The Professor of Sevatarology. Autistic 40s gal who absolutely loves Night Lords. Writing silly little bits of story that comes to mind. NSFW included. Or thorough canon analysis. Depends on my mood.
I actually wanted to talk to a biologist about what changes would be plausible for Nostraman eyes. Because I was curious. Thanks to @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera , whose specialty is evolutionary biology, we ended up with quite a lot of interesting and very plausible brainstorming. I won't reproduce every little detail, since it would get terribly long, but if people want, I can post all the biology details separately.
Below the cut are biological and cultural headcanons for Nostraman vision. Enjoy!
First off, Nostraman eyes being "mostly" pupil with not much iris is actually decently plausible given the environment. It's also likely their eyes are a bit bigger than human standards, due to the need for good vision in the dark. Which would mean calling Jago Sevatarion cute isn't out of the realm of possibility, if you will excuse the self indulgent aside.
Also, vision depends on what are called rods and cones. For better vision in the dark, you need more rods. But that is only the beginning when it comes to interesting deviations from the standard human configuration.
UV sensitive photoreceptors are a thing. And they would be very valuable on Nostramo. So it's likely that Nostraman vision has developed along a very different spectrum than the human norm. According to @helloitsmadamehyde , it's actually mentioned in the Night Lords trilogy that Nostramans need to modify their HUDs, since Imperial standard is pretty much useless. Which only makes these biology headcanons more plausible. Everything suggested for how vision works is actually something that occurs somewhere in real life.
This next part is verbatim from @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera :
Different animals also have different adaptations depending on their environment. One of the important ones is called Critical flicker fusion frequency (CFF) (don't be intimidated by the fancy terminology, it's just the rate at which a flickering light source appears to be a steady, continuous light). so that determines whether you see something as 'flickering' vs it emitting a more steady light. This is affected by a number of physical factors such as stimulus intensity, color, size, contrast and eccentricity, as well as light adaptation conditions and the subject’s age, and when looking at it from an evolutionary perspective you usually have to choose, either be better at say seeing in the dark vs seeing lots of colors, or seeing really good across distances vs depth perception and visual range/acuity.
For example flies and insects seem to be able to 'avoid' us when we swat at them, and that's related to their temporal acuity, meaning their CFF is diffrerent than ours and they see our movements almost like stop-motion frames, making it very easy for them to avoid us.
That might also be relevant to Nostramo. Indeed, this does fit very well with how Sevatar sees others' movements in combat. It is supposedly a result of his repressed psyker powers. But it's equally likely he has an extra mutation (not the Chaos kind, but the kind that naturally occurs in a population. Or even a combination. It fits too well.
I would also like to note that Nostramans likely have what’s known as Tapetum Lucidum, which makes the eyes reflect light, like cat’s eyes. It’s a modification that aids in night vision. Not to mention that it would make running into a squad of Nostraman Night Lords very creepy, since all you would really see is several pairs of glowing eyes. Fits very well with the whole predator vibe they have.
@ladyalisette also raised the possibility of Nostraman vision being at least partly in the infrared spectrum. Which is another interesting angle, though personally I would go with UV being the main spectrum, it offers too many interesting social and cultural possibilities. Besides not everything you would need to see in the dark radiates heat. But arguments are welcome.
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Because of the difference in the wavelengths perceived by Nostramans, it is also possible that if you sent a Terran to Nostramo, they wouldn't be able to see the gang tags and graffiti, because the pigments are tailored to very different eyes.
Cue a brisk black market trade among Night Lords for appropriate pigments that would work as substitutes for Nostraman colors.
While people naturally don't have the UV patterns that birds' feathers do, which are invisible to us, but very bright to birds themselves, it is possible that over time, they started occurring in the population of Nostramo, becoming a sort of identity marker. Through selection for such patterns, a Nostraman might be able to tell where you're from, which section of the city, which family you're from (for instance Sevatarions could have specific patterns or pattern combinations), maybe even which gang you're with, assuming gang membership is passed down through families.
Sevatar definitely has patterns common to City's Edge, for instance, in addition to typical Sevatarion markings, not that Sevatarion is a high status family.
But he would look amazing if you could see UV light. Even more than he already does.
To come back to the Nostraman dyes, I think those flayed skins Night Lords so love to wear only look blank to baseline human sight. Using Nostraman dyes, they paint them with oaths of the moment, Nostraman battle chants, traditional patterns and so on.
And this comment from @kyroptera-more-like-chiroptera needs to be quoted in its entirety, too juicy not to.
Also there has to be one NL who's barely competent enough for combat, like every other Legion would have tried to put him on kitchen duty ages ago, but like, secretly he's the best with all those invisible paints and pigments and shit and he *really* has an eye for detail so everyone just shares the burden of pitching in and taking on this guys jobs just so he can keep the supply of paints coming for those NL from nostramo 😂
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In conclusion, this offers some interesting cultural possibilities as a result of biology. The dyes might even explain how you can read anything in a dark place like Nostramo.
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Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
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Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
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Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
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Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
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Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
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Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
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Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
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So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Things were happening much too quickly for Rocket's liking and footsteps thundering from every angle made her sigh and dump her jacket next to a particularly remarkable tree, emptying the pockets into her cargo jorts beforehand. She reloaded the tranq gun, eyebrows crawling up as Black Templars seemed to multiply by mitosis. One went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly two more appeared. The clumsy dreadnought briefly made for a wall ornament — and the entire building shook. People were looking from their windows, some idiot even went out on their balcony.
Rocket followed the Khornate psychic field, circling at the very edge of, covering the sides of reddish hue with her own field. Senses acute, she knew there were two smaller fields approaching from the other side of the forest. She was familiar enough with her own Khornate World Eater friends to be aware of what that meant and advanced fearlessly, knowing she could take one of them at a time. It was not her first rodeo in that regard.
Anything to stop indiscriminate bloodshed. Approaching Khornates will not ask questions, they'll just begin meleeing without cause or reason and by the sounds of it, even three Templars were not enough to subdue the Chaos Lord completely. They were all just buying time.
Running, panting, growling— Rocket's Null aura slammed into a feral World Eater much like a large vacuum brick. Attracted to the fight and all the more mindless for it, the unkempt, heavily mutated Marine briefly staggered and suddenly went down, flying ass over tits as the agonizing discomfort of feeling his armor melt from bone left him shaking, howling and twitching but otherwise unable to move. Rocket rushed with determination, keeping the dial up on her powers enough to incapacitate but not kill.
There was a second of an adulterated awkwardness when their eyes met. She, with the tranq gun jabbing once, twice into him, mystery substance relaxing his tense body as he attempted to fight it and was unsuccessful. And the feral World Eater, whose Nails had gone quiet long enough to see a vaguely human woman shaped black hole shaking her head at him in disappointment.
Rocket looked back. Huron was following her aura. Whatever had been in the sedative had at least dulled Mallory's psychic signature somewhat, or maybe Khornate influence had made him stupid with battle. Nonetheless, Rocket bolted, leaving the downed feral World Eater, using Huron's misplaced attention to draw him away from the target.
And messier it would get. As the Black Templar were getting smacked around, another one showed up. The tallest Black Templar they had ever seen. His armor was extremely ornate, including laurels on his helmet. While Huron was all red fury, this giant seemed to be cold, focused fury, like an Inwit winter storm.
High Marshal Sigismund had arrived, somehow radiating disapproval despite his face being covered. He charged at Huron, black blade ready to skewer the Khornate.
Rose listend into her earpiece intently taking Lulaby's plan as well as updates from other teams. She even raised a hand to Pat as he assisted the Grey Knights and growing group of astartes scouts evacuating civilians from the growing exclusion zone. Karslor didn't set her down as they slowed for Lullby to explain the Plan to Lord Aliuno and the rest of the rest of the Welcoming Comitee/ Containment Team
"The Warp Antibiotic has pivioted into zapping Approaching Khornintes drawn to the battle in the west quadrant." The voice of a particlularly sour temperd Grey Knight crackled over the vox.
"Captian Rushal and Brother Vorca of the Raven Guard have deployed themselves to extract the injured from the mess," Zarrius growled, "Directly from the medical bay. They left a note..." Even over the staticey vox the disdain driped like the venom from his claws.
In spite of Cato's growling Torglite fell in next to Kopesh and Karslor. "Good,"the corrupted tec priest burbled at Rose and Lulls, "you two already have vox beads. Do I assume correctly you two have been briefed in the handling of the machine spirits?"
"You got it big guy!" Lulls shot the Death Guard a tight grin.
"Affirmative," Rose adjusting her rappidly doned SAR gear answered trying to breath shallowly throuogh her mouth. "I have my EMT Kit, Scanner, and a few other things besides"
"Good!" Rose found a pair of vox beads pressed into her hand. How the hell did Ailuno end up "If you encoounter Rocket, or the medical escapees get the idiots on to the vox."
The next moment the Team split into two, Rose, Karslor and Anrir pealing off from the Welcome/Combat team, into the wood. She felt Karslor Wince as the voice of Grandmaster Sigismund rang out.
***
Marissa let out a sharp yeep interupting her shuddering explanition to the kind patron and other customers. Two Highly corroupted Astartes stoped just inside the door to set down... two women, an infant, and a diperbag?
"Stay hear my sweet, untill an evacuation team retrieves you." one of them buzzed before he took off after his brother. " This is a designated safe location." For a being that seemed to be made eighty percent of angry bees it was almost cute how he nuzzled his helm to one of the women's cheeks.
***
"It's good to see you sir?" Kara didn't quite know if that was the correct way to address a Jotun that was also you grandfather inlaw to be. He looked Nostromen at the point tall and rangy with tightly corded muscle. the twins burbbled into into laguhter when they finaly managed to shift to match is shape. Only they didn't quite one who had been contentedly night lord in Mirak's Arms babled seriously up at Loki a tinny human girl with fair skin blue grey eyes and hair just as black as it had been a moment ago. The baby at her hip looked betwene mama and Loki with flame red hair and delighted laughter dancing in emerald green eyes.
Honey gives Marissa a small smile, as she guides Mouse over to a nearby empty chair, knowing that the other is easily tired while caring for her little one. “Go, kick the ass of the idiot causing problems, my love.” She murmurs, nuzzling Darsas back.
“Yes, I will ensure that the blessings that this troublesome level four will ensure that he will no longer be an issue. Are you ready to go, Hura?” Darsas murmurs, still close to his beloved bonded.
~
“Well, aren’t you a big and fancy fucker. Come on then, you corpse-worshipping dog! I’ll fell you and the rest of your zealot brothers!” Huron mocked, raising his blade as he closes in with the largest Templar he’s ever seen, furious and determined to get his hands on his bonded.
~
Cedric spoke up on the vox-comm “I am in pursuit after the medbay escapees, with Claude assisting me in tracking them.”
~
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he freezes for several seconds as he stares at the unconscious and bleeding form of his- his former? Bonded. His hearts are still bleeding from her rejection, though the care that he’d received had helped. But he didn’t want her to die or worse because she had hurt him.
Especially as it is abundantly clear to him now that she was rightfully terrified of a marine coming to wreck her life. Quite possibly after she had managed to escape one and rebuild herself. It didn’t excuse the way she went about severing her bond with him but -
Chaos was terrifying, especially in the form of Chaos Marines, who were created to protect mankind and have forsaken all of their vows. The very reason for which all astartes were made. “I… I see her.” His voice cracks and breaks a little, but he musn’t let his personal - and conflicted - feelings get in the way of a rescue. He rushes over and picks her up, careful to support her body to try and ensure that she wouldn’t be injured further.
Alastor nodded. Following Vorca in quiet support. To anyone not a Raven or possibly a Night Lord, it seemed Mallory simply disappeared into thin air.
Immediately, Alastor guided Vorca away from the fighting, towards Cedric and Claude. He had a considerable amount of experience in telling when he was being followed.
=====
Loki laughed, delighted, patting both the girls’ heads. “Aren’t you wonderfully clever?” Shifting to match first one of the girls, then the other.
Sevatar chuckled “Come on in, all of you. Let’s get you situated.
====
Sigismund didn’t even answer, just growled at Huron as he swung his sword. Moving with total inevitability. As immovable as a mountain. Raining blows like hail upon the Chaos Astartes.
It was becoming easy to see why Sigismund was considered the greatest duelist among the First Captains of the Great Crusade.
At Kara calling him sir, Loki made a very exaggerated gasp of outrage. “I have a name, you know.” The whole theatrical overreaction making Mirak giggle because it was so much like Sevatar.
Before long, they were all settled in the living room. It felt quite a bit cooler than the outside. The girls were too young to spend much time in the sun.
Sev lightly punched Loki’s shoulder. “Looking to replace me with a smaller and cuter model?”
Making the Jotun laugh. It was really pretty funny how the god of mischief seemed to have appointed himself grandfather to all the three younger members of the family, not just Altani.
Who popped up from who knows where, excitedly cooing over the babies.
Yes, Kara, Mirak and their children would be very safe here. Not to mention well fed, as Sunniva practices proper Norse hospitality.
===
Only the battle existed for Sigismund, blow after blow, cut after cut. As inexorable as the tides.
Huron was good, but Sigismund was a First Captain during the Great Crusade. The Tyrant of Badab was driven on the defensive. Taking cut after cut. Damage building on more damage. This was clearly no ordinary Black Templar.
Finally Sigismund spoke, his voice flat and calm as midwinter night. “You are competent, but you are no Ezekyle.”
===
Out in the kitchen, while Sevatar was fetching drinks and other refreshments for their guests, Sunniva handed him Gungnir, explaining what Loki had said.
Sev just nodded, hugging her tightly before secreting the spear away from grasping children. “I have had similar feelings. Nothing clear yet, so I doubt it’s about Sigismund’s current issues.”
Indeed, Jago had gotten training with his psychic powers, which had improved his mood considerably. He probably would never be a huge fan of his ability, but it did help how matter of factly his teachers treated it.
“Aunt Rose, stay safe and be careful. Grandfather came over, brought this spear he apparently borrowed from his brother? Gu*something*nir? He said Uncle Jago might need it. I think that sounds concerning.
Shots ring out above Huron's head but he manages to dodge them. And what shots do land barely damage him through his still burning Khornate aura.
Or rather he doesn't feel the damage, and any blood spilled simply grants him more of war's blessings.
He takes a shot to his arm but pushes through Huron's bloodied teeth show in a malevolent grin as he laughs! "You Loyalists truly Do forget the most simple things. When one tactic fails."
The metal of Scintus's chassis shrieks and disintegrates bit by bit under Huron's increasing grip. And he actually does manage to wrench a huge plate free from the back of it.
"ADAPT!"
And with a snarl he flings the ceramite wall. It sails forward and hits it's intended mark.
Arnault.
The Champion manages to raise his chainsword just in time to block a fatal flattening. But the force still drives him backward at incredible speed until he becomes pinned against the nearby piles of rubble.
"ARNAULT!" Roland tries to escape the sinking but his legs just seem to crack the ground more as he tries.
And worst still sprouts of green begin crawling from the cracks everywhere around them. They are weak alone but spread like hungry tentacles in a united force
Sigismund grits his teeth, shifting carefully to avoid plundging himself into a gap or becoming tangled. If he turns to aid Roland and Arnault, he abandons Scintus. If he aids Scintus, he leaves his Bruders open to attack.
Huron revels in his dilemma. "Now who's in place to offer Mercy dear precious Cousin?" He chuckles.
"Uurgh.." A voice from inside the broken tomb.
Huron grins even wider, eyes even more bloodthirsty. He begins to move his hand towards the Dreadnought's open cavity.
Sigismund feels his blood run cold, but prepares to burst forward and rip this filthy Traitor's HANDS OFF-
"IN THE NAME OF MACRAGGE AND THE PRIMARCH I WILL BEAT YOU TO A PULP!"
Wait what?
Before either active combatants can flinch a new giant in Gold and Ultramarine Blue slams into place. He nearly flattens Huron who has to step back from his intended prey.
There stands Cato Sicarious, chapter master of the Ultramarines, right hand to the Primarch Reborn.
And he also has a great sword, not of chain but one that glows with a plasma and promise of violence.
"Not so much Fun when it's against Marines your own Size now is it?" Another almost shrill voice calls. He turns.
A ghoulish visage appears atop the rubble of their makeshift arena. Well ghoulish to a human, as far as Nightlords are concerned this one is as standard as they come.
Compared to Sigismund and Sicarious his presence almost want to make Huron laugh.
"So when your precious Emperor's Choir boys fail you send not one but Two Chapter Masters...and some Whoreson of Curze? To defeat me?" Huron laughs with disbelief. He's almost booted from anger for pure...incredulousity? Is that a word?
Khopesh grins, wider than he already was. "Now now Blackheart. Didn't your patrons ever teach you about judging looks? Wouldn't want your precious pantheon removing your boons because your pride got the better of you."
Huron snorts as Khopesh hops down to join the new three vs one. "You know you actually speak some sense Whoreson. Perhaps then I should show you Exactly what you are Dealing with!"
Another red aura flares to life around Huron, but only for a moment.
"...What!?"
Huron tries again, a glow appears briefly, and then gutters like a blown out candle.
Sigismund doesn't smile...but he certainly enjoys what he's seeing.
Huron tries again but in vane. No glow. No barbaric strength, even the tangles he'd summoned with his aura of rot seem to stop growing altogether.
"What...-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?" He snarls, panting and angry and...
Afraid.
Why does he feel afraid?
Khopesh places a clawed hand upon his chest. "Why it's not what I've done to you. Blackheart..." The air pressure shifts and suddenly the Nightlords eyes seem to glow from within, a feral shifting light that seems to pierce what remains of his soul.
"It's What We've Done To You." The Nightlord recites in a voice that's only half his own. "While you were so busy throwing Entropy around left and right and Hurting our Friends, I decided to try...a little something new. Tell me...you don't recognize this feeling? Are you perhaps drawing...A Blank?"
Blackheart's own hearts race he doesn't understand. "You are no Blank! None of you are blanks!" But that girl...He flits his eyes around desperately searching for the blank. That Damn Blank! He knew he should've killed her when he had the chan-
SLAM-MM!
"Oo-Ooff!" Huron skitters back across the cracked ground, barely managing to stay upright against the hit and oppressive atmosphere.
And the damn Nightlord Still! Keeps! Talking!
"No. But it's actually not difficult to mimic one. After all, what is Silence but the absence of Entropy or Negentropy?" The Nightlord purrs after shoulder checking him back several feet. "Your seeding of the arena made it even Easier to leech it all back out. I had an entire runic array planned but you did my job for me. So thanks for that!"
What Nonsense is this!?
But Huron doesn't have time to ponder that. He has to face down three opponents without his auras. At least until he puzzles out how to Kill the witchy Nightlord!
Meanwhile above
Keme contacts his brother as he keeps his scope trained on the Arena's left side.
"Thank fuck. That battle aura was making our shots useless. Now comes the Fun part."
Hebe nods in agreement focused on the right. "Indeed. Now that we don't have to worry about hitting them, We can cover the Templars first, make sure the injured can be retrieved."
"We make sure he can't leave the circle."
"We'll make sure he can't escape his fate."
Both twins smile, perfectly in sync, and return to supplying cover fire.
As the shouting and roaring- among other Combat noises are happening. The teams for retrieval and Rescue as well as coordination and evacuation of civilians is going well- containment and ensuring thar social media- and the news do not watch and make this an even bigger shit show and PR disaster is what certain AL and Techmarine types are doing as part of triage and containment.
Hura and Darsas are closing in on the field of battle- like inevitably of death. The normally cheery Hura as a wicked scowl on his face as he supports his brother as they start to shift the battles odds in the Alliances favor more.
Rotten vines and illness coil around Huron and start to *drag him* down - to pin him- to try and slow him down.
"You have caused far too much trouble you man." Hura says darkly. "And you will stop it. Right now or you will learn why missing off Nurglites is not done. Boy."
***
"It may not have been in missions parameters, but it might help the situation- at least the aftermath if she stays alive."
Zaarous calls out- hes got the antidote- a face full of complicated emotions. "Lord Alu hadn't told me the knock out drugs were for a baseline psyker. Hopefully she will be... uh. Relatively fine. It hasn't been too long. We shall have to see."
He is mentally cussing out the Lordly EC in his head as he injects the antidote into Mallory.
"Target and medbay escapee Retrieved by Apothicaries Zarrius and Cedric. Enroute to Rot and Bone." Cedrics voice in rose's Vox came tight and clipped. "Captain Rushal enroute to medical team to retrieve Vox.
"Good," Ash'val's voice formed steady anchor. Calm and collected. The corner of Rose's attention on the unfolding battle wondered when her beloved had gotten a Power Sword and an improved set of plate. His battle panapoly and insigna also were diffrent. It hadn't been that long since she'd last seen him in armor!
"Check your phone!" Karslor hissed, at Rose. I have a feeling it's impot--..." before droping into a woozy knee in front of a disgruntled woman shaped patch of hazy air. "Haunter's balls what the fuck!"
Rose slid off in a controlled tumble knocking the patch of air ass over teakettle. Landing in a tangled sprawl of Blank and first responder. Rolling to the side she just missed tranqulizer jab and the crash of ceramite off to the side where Anrir had crashed into Karslor.
Rose had to give Rocket credit, the rockstar came up swinging only stoping when recognition lit her eyes "Ok not random knornites. Sorry about that"
" Nope," Rose agreed, "Don"t-forget-to-call-him-Lord Aliuno sent you this. and said to stay in communication." Fumbling in her pocket she pulled out the in-ear vox beads to untangle them from her phone before passing one to rocket. "He, Zeke and Torglite, Death Guard Tek Marine should be around here but they've been dead silent on the vox and haven't checked in. "
The email notification from mirak made her pause. She felt the blood drain from her face when she opened it. With shaking hand she activated the mic. "Transmision received from Scout Severation, First Captian Sevetarion has been loaned the Gungnir, the original, not the spear the primarch of the 6th named after it. Situation likely more unstable than previously thought or worse trouble coming." Hastily she stuffed her phone and vox bead back in the pants pocket it had come from.
***
Mirissa smilled wanely at Honey and Mouse. "Sorry, I'm sure your fellows are nice enough," she shuddered rubbing the place where augmetic met flesh, "I just, there was a ferral warband and I..."
Honey’s eyes softened in understanding “Feral warbands of any denomination can be dangerous - and feral Chaos warbands can be quite frightening and… Terrible. Would you like to sit with Mouse and I? I am Honey. If you’re hungry, I’d be happy to pay for some of the delicious pastries or sandwiches they have on hand.”
Mouse lights up and asks “I’d like their pastrami on rye with their soup of the day. It should be loaded potato today, right?”
Honey nods, smiling a little brighter “Yes, it is loaded potato soup day. I’m going to have a couple of their strawberry galettes and a pig in a blanket. What would you like?”
****
Moments after the antidote was administered to Mallory, she groans a little, starting to stir a little, though still mostly completely unconscious.
Vorca swallowed, his throat so dry, but he forced himself to speak, voice low and soothing “Go back to sleep, Mal. You’re going to be safe.” He… Hopes that he isn’t lying to her, as he knows that she’ll never let him hear the end of it.
Xonfried’s voice crackled, worn with pain and exhaustion through Cedric’s vox “There’s a badly injured Ultramarine dreadnaught, as well as an Emperor’s Champion and myself. We are holding our own against a filthy heretic, but I suspect that there is additional Rotten Bastard Servants getting involved. Additional back up is needed urgently.”
Cedric freezes still, his eyes widening as he recognized that voice. He pivots, searching for a once-familiar form. He shoves down what he wants to do, with what he should do - which is aid Zaarius in getting the current injured to the nearest base. He does send an SOS to the local Primaris chat, along with coordinates to the battle.
****
Huron snarled and his gaze narrowed, catching the casual taunt about being less skilled than the Warmaster of Chaos - how the fuck would one of the Emperor’s Choir Boys have crossed blades with him and not died for it? He growled, low and guttural as rot-twisting vines tried to drag him down.
He activated his vox and roared “ASTRAL CLAWS, TO ME! Bring forth our allies. These corpse-worshippers are playing dirty.” He spat out a mouthful of blood at the mouthy and far too fancy giant Templar as he blocked another blow from the big bastard.
“AYE SIR!” Over a dozen voices roared from the treeline. More chaos-afflicted Astartes made themselves known. Half of them charged into battle, the fury of Khorne turning the air to a bloody red.
The other half began to open fire, shooting at the corpse worshippers, their shots steady and trying to drive them back or to wound, as their melee-focused brothers closed the distance.
"That fuckin PRICK!" Lullaby snarls seeing through Khopesh's eyes as Huron's forces come crawling like ants.
Olly stands nearby like a sentinel, on guard duty and to help mask his friend's presence. He drops into a deeper stance as he hears the updates over his own vox. Jaws that can sheer marble clench in focus.
"I can barely maintain one vacuum let alone make several!" Lullaby snarls, thinking over options as they desperately try to maintain Khopesh's power boosts and prevent Huron from summoning his auras.
If not for the severe situation Lullaby would be damn proud of themselves for being able to leech that much power out of an area and make a small pocket of silence around just one marine. Enough to practically be inside his skin, allowing other magics to still work in the vicinity.
It was fucking Hard though. Like trying to keep a tossing ocean from filling up a kiddy pool on a beach. And trying to make that kiddy pool bigger might be easier than making more, but it would still likely send them into unconsciousness if they tried.
"Keme...Hebe -Ah! Objective shift. Focus on keeping those bastards OUT. Down as Many as you can!" Lullaby grits into their vox.
"Understood. No one gets to leave marks on you and Khopesh but us." "Copy that, they won't be allowed near him."
A shot rings out in Khopesh's vicinity and Lullaby sees another of Huron's minions drop before he can even get a proper melee going. He'd been trying to flank Khopesh while the empowered Nightlord had been ripping into a different enemy. The delight is evident in Khopesh's mind as the opponent he traded blows with drops like a heavy sack from another shot from a different angle.
"Many Thanks my Sea Angels." He says into his own vox.
Lullaby feels the cold exhausted sweat head on their brow, but they smile and take their own vox. "Thank you both. Once this idiot is down we're having a Damn good dinner and then you'll be able to leave as many marks as you want!"
"We'll hold you to that Evening Song" Keme replies. "We will all make it home tonight Moon gleam." Hebe adds.
Lullaby's momentary comfort is rocked by a lancing headache. It pulses with agony. Like expanding foam inside their skull pounding on the walls. Trying to get out.
Trying to make them break.
"ARGGGGH! KEEEP IT...Gotta keep iiiiit!"
Olly leans down, trying to calm the flare up without disrupting your other duties.
"Any longer and your entire connection may snap. This plan may need adjustment." He says, comforting hand on his little one's shoulder.
Lullaby knows he's right, but they're also terrified of letting everything. "Snap...Olly you're a genius!"
"Oh...why thank you." The Ultramarine nods graciously for the compliment.
Alright Sweetness time for an adjustment. Gonna have to time it perfectly, and be ready to go solo for a bit.
Understood. I can feel your anticipation! Planning to get the king off the chess board?
Better than that. Lullaby cracks their fingers, refocused and determined. I'm ready to take the Whole Damn Board.
Meanwhile Huron struggles with the vines and the shaky ground while the others are distracted with his allies. He just barely manages to mostly free himself, and next he plans to do something about clawing this intrusive blank aura out from Under his fucking Skin by clawing that Fucking Nightlord to Pieces-
"Oooh Blaaaaaackheaaaaaart!"
He turns at just the wrong moment to see a dark blue ceramite covered fist rocketing toward him.
That. Fucking. Nightlord.
Wh-Am-AM-AM!!!
The fist connects with tremendous force, sending him flying at the same time he feels almost like his insides cave in with a tremendous collapsing of pressure.
Like that punch had made an internal damn break on all sides and Huron finds himself flying ass over teakettle across the broken ground.
Thud! ThUD! TH-TH-HUD!
Huron can barely find the strength to stand, but...he finds He doesn't need to anymore.
His aura of blood flares back to life on his left. His aura of rot on his right. He stands almost more corpse than man.
But he stands.
And he Laughs.
"You Fucking FOOL!"
Huron snarls and cackles with delight at his luck turns yet again.
Cato balks at this new development. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" He snarls as he bats away enemy Astartes left and right.
"Khopesh...?" Sigismund warns doing much the same but also preparing to re-engage.
Khopesh pants, dodging and weaving Huron's direct swipes. "Trust the process!"
Huron makes a swing Khopesh won't be able to avoid "Process this! You-"
Edgelord!
Huron's fist suddenly redirects and slams him...directly in the groin. Which would have hurt more if he wasn't armored.
But a direct hit with Khornate aura? It still hurts. "ARg!" Huron doubles over, blinking and gasping. "What the...?'
Why'd you hit yourself Dickhead? That wasn't very smart now Was it? A voice tuts in his head.
"What...What trickery is this!?" Huron tries to lunge again.
His leg buckles and swings, causing him to fall flat on his face.
Ooooh Clumsy~ Looks like somebody doesn't have their sea legs on. Or would it be Land Legs? Eh no matter, you're not doing good with either right now. The voice chirps
"Who is That!? Where are you!? What blasted hell am I dealing with Now!?" Huron asks trying to stand.
Only for his left hand to swing sideways and make him face plant back down like a puppy sliding on linoleum.
Were it not for the rage he'd sound properly exasperated and he snarls in frustration. Khopesh can't help but laugh and even some of Huron's own forces have stopped to watch their so called 'unbeatable' leader have this...fit? Episode??
I mean they're mostly Chaos Marines they understand possession but this isn't that...
It's far too humiliating to be that.
Huron manages to pull his head back up. Just for a moment. "You fools! Keep fighting! Defend me until I can destroy this intruder!"
Despite the comedy show he does still manage to project his res aura outward.
His soldiers jolt for a moment, before they raise their weapons again and let out their war cries.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOOOOOOD!"
Cato looks at Khopesh. "What was that about Trusting the Process??"
The Nightlord grimaces. "Lullaby will handle this. We just need to buy them a little more time."
"Very well..." Hura breathes. "Let us show these energetic youngsters how it was done in Our time."
Darsas nods in agreement.
Sigismund, despite his hatred for Chaos nods as well, and takes his stance.
Somehow, as the reinforcements start to get close, a black-armored figure pops up nearly out of nowhere and swipes at the nearest chaos marine with twin swords, scoring a deep cut through his shoulder before spinning off and seeming to split into multiple fighters, each one moving quickly and crossing paths, though only one apparently left wounds behind. The real Tercelle fought in complete silence, making it harder still to differentiate him from the duplicates.
The twins blinked as they recognized a very complex hydra trick. The fighter was clearly not a hydra. But there had to be one around somewhere...over there Hebe mouthed, darting his eyes to a certain newly arrived 'white scar' techmarine blending in very thoroughly with a piece of rubble. Keme nodded once. Arnaldus was an elder after all, maybe even older than nope don't want to think about him. Keme kept a watch to make sure they tracked the real Tercelle while Hebe took shots at the marines targeted by the false versions.
Meanwhile back in the rubble Sintus attempted to use his jetpack to get himself up. Zaarius looked over worriedly. The chassis was cracked open and the marine inside almost certainly needed urgent care, but moving the heavy frame during a fight would not be an easy task.
Alastor puts his hand on Vorca’s shoulder. ‘It hurts when those we love hurt us, doesn’t it? It doesn’t excuse what she did to you, but fear and hurt are heavy to bear.’ For a moment his thoughts go to Sevatar. Remembering when he started understanding the complexities of Sevatar’s mind. Of his unseen scars. How his damned planet had shaped him. Part of him wants to help more, but he doubts the apothecaries would let him go anywhere. ——/——
Coming back into the living room with refreshments, Sunniva smiles at the sight of Loki amusing the twins with his own shape changing. While Mirak is reapplying sunscreen for the girls, taking advantage of their distraction. Sevatar couldn’t resist taking a couple pictures and some video of the girls. Half wishing he had known Altani when she was that young.
He still has the same bad feeling as earlier, but Sunniva would, and had, knock him on his ass if he tried charging in without thinking. ——/——
If Huron tried looking for Mallory at this point, it would become obvious she wasn’t where he had last seen her. Sigismund isn’t giving him much time to think, however. Pressing the advantage mercilessly. If it wasn’t for his Khornate powers, Huron likely would be already dead.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Things were happening much too quickly for Rocket's liking and footsteps thundering from every angle made her sigh and dump her jacket next to a particularly remarkable tree, emptying the pockets into her cargo jorts beforehand. She reloaded the tranq gun, eyebrows crawling up as Black Templars seemed to multiply by mitosis. One went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly two more appeared. The clumsy dreadnought briefly made for a wall ornament — and the entire building shook. People were looking from their windows, some idiot even went out on their balcony.
Rocket followed the Khornate psychic field, circling at the very edge of, covering the sides of reddish hue with her own field. Senses acute, she knew there were two smaller fields approaching from the other side of the forest. She was familiar enough with her own Khornate World Eater friends to be aware of what that meant and advanced fearlessly, knowing she could take one of them at a time. It was not her first rodeo in that regard.
Anything to stop indiscriminate bloodshed. Approaching Khornates will not ask questions, they'll just begin meleeing without cause or reason and by the sounds of it, even three Templars were not enough to subdue the Chaos Lord completely. They were all just buying time.
Running, panting, growling— Rocket's Null aura slammed into a feral World Eater much like a large vacuum brick. Attracted to the fight and all the more mindless for it, the unkempt, heavily mutated Marine briefly staggered and suddenly went down, flying ass over tits as the agonizing discomfort of feeling his armor melt from bone left him shaking, howling and twitching but otherwise unable to move. Rocket rushed with determination, keeping the dial up on her powers enough to incapacitate but not kill.
There was a second of an adulterated awkwardness when their eyes met. She, with the tranq gun jabbing once, twice into him, mystery substance relaxing his tense body as he attempted to fight it and was unsuccessful. And the feral World Eater, whose Nails had gone quiet long enough to see a vaguely human woman shaped black hole shaking her head at him in disappointment.
Rocket looked back. Huron was following her aura. Whatever had been in the sedative had at least dulled Mallory's psychic signature somewhat, or maybe Khornate influence had made him stupid with battle. Nonetheless, Rocket bolted, leaving the downed feral World Eater, using Huron's misplaced attention to draw him away from the target.
And messier it would get. As the Black Templar were getting smacked around, another one showed up. The tallest Black Templar they had ever seen. His armor was extremely ornate, including laurels on his helmet. While Huron was all red fury, this giant seemed to be cold, focused fury, like an Inwit winter storm.
High Marshal Sigismund had arrived, somehow radiating disapproval despite his face being covered. He charged at Huron, black blade ready to skewer the Khornate.
Rose listend into her earpiece intently taking Lulaby's plan as well as updates from other teams. She even raised a hand to Pat as he assisted the Grey Knights and growing group of astartes scouts evacuating civilians from the growing exclusion zone. Karslor didn't set her down as they slowed for Lullby to explain the Plan to Lord Aliuno and the rest of the rest of the Welcoming Comitee/ Containment Team
"The Warp Antibiotic has pivioted into zapping Approaching Khornintes drawn to the battle in the west quadrant." The voice of a particlularly sour temperd Grey Knight crackled over the vox.
"Captian Rushal and Brother Vorca of the Raven Guard have deployed themselves to extract the injured from the mess," Zarrius growled, "Directly from the medical bay. They left a note..." Even over the staticey vox the disdain driped like the venom from his claws.
In spite of Cato's growling Torglite fell in next to Kopesh and Karslor. "Good,"the corrupted tec priest burbled at Rose and Lulls, "you two already have vox beads. Do I assume correctly you two have been briefed in the handling of the machine spirits?"
"You got it big guy!" Lulls shot the Death Guard a tight grin.
"Affirmative," Rose adjusting her rappidly doned SAR gear answered trying to breath shallowly throuogh her mouth. "I have my EMT Kit, Scanner, and a few other things besides"
"Good!" Rose found a pair of vox beads pressed into her hand. How the hell did Ailuno end up "If you encoounter Rocket, or the medical escapees get the idiots on to the vox."
The next moment the Team split into two, Rose, Karslor and Anrir pealing off from the Welcome/Combat team, into the wood. She felt Karslor Wince as the voice of Grandmaster Sigismund rang out.
***
Marissa let out a sharp yeep interupting her shuddering explanition to the kind patron and other customers. Two Highly corroupted Astartes stoped just inside the door to set down... two women, an infant, and a diperbag?
"Stay hear my sweet, untill an evacuation team retrieves you." one of them buzzed before he took off after his brother. " This is a designated safe location." For a being that seemed to be made eighty percent of angry bees it was almost cute how he nuzzled his helm to one of the women's cheeks.
***
"It's good to see you sir?" Kara didn't quite know if that was the correct way to address a Jotun that was also you grandfather inlaw to be. He looked Nostromen at the point tall and rangy with tightly corded muscle. the twins burbbled into into laguhter when they finaly managed to shift to match is shape. Only they didn't quite one who had been contentedly night lord in Mirak's Arms babled seriously up at Loki a tinny human girl with fair skin blue grey eyes and hair just as black as it had been a moment ago. The baby at her hip looked betwene mama and Loki with flame red hair and delighted laughter dancing in emerald green eyes.
Honey gives Marissa a small smile, as she guides Mouse over to a nearby empty chair, knowing that the other is easily tired while caring for her little one. “Go, kick the ass of the idiot causing problems, my love.” She murmurs, nuzzling Darsas back.
“Yes, I will ensure that the blessings that this troublesome level four will ensure that he will no longer be an issue. Are you ready to go, Hura?” Darsas murmurs, still close to his beloved bonded.
~
“Well, aren’t you a big and fancy fucker. Come on then, you corpse-worshipping dog! I’ll fell you and the rest of your zealot brothers!” Huron mocked, raising his blade as he closes in with the largest Templar he’s ever seen, furious and determined to get his hands on his bonded.
~
Cedric spoke up on the vox-comm “I am in pursuit after the medbay escapees, with Claude assisting me in tracking them.”
~
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he freezes for several seconds as he stares at the unconscious and bleeding form of his- his former? Bonded. His hearts are still bleeding from her rejection, though the care that he’d received had helped. But he didn’t want her to die or worse because she had hurt him.
Especially as it is abundantly clear to him now that she was rightfully terrified of a marine coming to wreck her life. Quite possibly after she had managed to escape one and rebuild herself. It didn’t excuse the way she went about severing her bond with him but -
Chaos was terrifying, especially in the form of Chaos Marines, who were created to protect mankind and have forsaken all of their vows. The very reason for which all astartes were made. “I… I see her.” His voice cracks and breaks a little, but he musn’t let his personal - and conflicted - feelings get in the way of a rescue. He rushes over and picks her up, careful to support her body to try and ensure that she wouldn’t be injured further.
Alastor nodded. Following Vorca in quiet support. To anyone not a Raven or possibly a Night Lord, it seemed Mallory simply disappeared into thin air.
Immediately, Alastor guided Vorca away from the fighting, towards Cedric and Claude. He had a considerable amount of experience in telling when he was being followed.
=====
Loki laughed, delighted, patting both the girls’ heads. “Aren’t you wonderfully clever?” Shifting to match first one of the girls, then the other.
Sevatar chuckled “Come on in, all of you. Let’s get you situated.
====
Sigismund didn’t even answer, just growled at Huron as he swung his sword. Moving with total inevitability. As immovable as a mountain. Raining blows like hail upon the Chaos Astartes.
It was becoming easy to see why Sigismund was considered the greatest duelist among the First Captains of the Great Crusade.
At Kara calling him sir, Loki made a very exaggerated gasp of outrage. “I have a name, you know.” The whole theatrical overreaction making Mirak giggle because it was so much like Sevatar.
Before long, they were all settled in the living room. It felt quite a bit cooler than the outside. The girls were too young to spend much time in the sun.
Sev lightly punched Loki’s shoulder. “Looking to replace me with a smaller and cuter model?”
Making the Jotun laugh. It was really pretty funny how the god of mischief seemed to have appointed himself grandfather to all the three younger members of the family, not just Altani.
Who popped up from who knows where, excitedly cooing over the babies.
Yes, Kara, Mirak and their children would be very safe here. Not to mention well fed, as Sunniva practices proper Norse hospitality.
===
Only the battle existed for Sigismund, blow after blow, cut after cut. As inexorable as the tides.
Huron was good, but Sigismund was a First Captain during the Great Crusade. The Tyrant of Badab was driven on the defensive. Taking cut after cut. Damage building on more damage. This was clearly no ordinary Black Templar.
Finally Sigismund spoke, his voice flat and calm as midwinter night. “You are competent, but you are no Ezekyle.”
===
Out in the kitchen, while Sevatar was fetching drinks and other refreshments for their guests, Sunniva handed him Gungnir, explaining what Loki had said.
Sev just nodded, hugging her tightly before secreting the spear away from grasping children. “I have had similar feelings. Nothing clear yet, so I doubt it’s about Sigismund’s current issues.”
Indeed, Jago had gotten training with his psychic powers, which had improved his mood considerably. He probably would never be a huge fan of his ability, but it did help how matter of factly his teachers treated it.
“Aunt Rose, stay safe and be careful. Grandfather came over, brought this spear he apparently borrowed from his brother? Gu*something*nir? He said Uncle Jago might need it. I think that sounds concerning.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Things were happening much too quickly for Rocket's liking and footsteps thundering from every angle made her sigh and dump her jacket next to a particularly remarkable tree, emptying the pockets into her cargo jorts beforehand. She reloaded the tranq gun, eyebrows crawling up as Black Templars seemed to multiply by mitosis. One went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly two more appeared. The clumsy dreadnought briefly made for a wall ornament — and the entire building shook. People were looking from their windows, some idiot even went out on their balcony.
Rocket followed the Khornate psychic field, circling at the very edge of, covering the sides of reddish hue with her own field. Senses acute, she knew there were two smaller fields approaching from the other side of the forest. She was familiar enough with her own Khornate World Eater friends to be aware of what that meant and advanced fearlessly, knowing she could take one of them at a time. It was not her first rodeo in that regard.
Anything to stop indiscriminate bloodshed. Approaching Khornates will not ask questions, they'll just begin meleeing without cause or reason and by the sounds of it, even three Templars were not enough to subdue the Chaos Lord completely. They were all just buying time.
Running, panting, growling— Rocket's Null aura slammed into a feral World Eater much like a large vacuum brick. Attracted to the fight and all the more mindless for it, the unkempt, heavily mutated Marine briefly staggered and suddenly went down, flying ass over tits as the agonizing discomfort of feeling his armor melt from bone left him shaking, howling and twitching but otherwise unable to move. Rocket rushed with determination, keeping the dial up on her powers enough to incapacitate but not kill.
There was a second of an adulterated awkwardness when their eyes met. She, with the tranq gun jabbing once, twice into him, mystery substance relaxing his tense body as he attempted to fight it and was unsuccessful. And the feral World Eater, whose Nails had gone quiet long enough to see a vaguely human woman shaped black hole shaking her head at him in disappointment.
Rocket looked back. Huron was following her aura. Whatever had been in the sedative had at least dulled Mallory's psychic signature somewhat, or maybe Khornate influence had made him stupid with battle. Nonetheless, Rocket bolted, leaving the downed feral World Eater, using Huron's misplaced attention to draw him away from the target.
And messier it would get. As the Black Templar were getting smacked around, another one showed up. The tallest Black Templar they had ever seen. His armor was extremely ornate, including laurels on his helmet. While Huron was all red fury, this giant seemed to be cold, focused fury, like an Inwit winter storm.
High Marshal Sigismund had arrived, somehow radiating disapproval despite his face being covered. He charged at Huron, black blade ready to skewer the Khornate.
Rose listend into her earpiece intently taking Lulaby's plan as well as updates from other teams. She even raised a hand to Pat as he assisted the Grey Knights and growing group of astartes scouts evacuating civilians from the growing exclusion zone. Karslor didn't set her down as they slowed for Lullby to explain the Plan to Lord Aliuno and the rest of the rest of the Welcoming Comitee/ Containment Team
"The Warp Antibiotic has pivioted into zapping Approaching Khornintes drawn to the battle in the west quadrant." The voice of a particlularly sour temperd Grey Knight crackled over the vox.
"Captian Rushal and Brother Vorca of the Raven Guard have deployed themselves to extract the injured from the mess," Zarrius growled, "Directly from the medical bay. They left a note..." Even over the staticey vox the disdain driped like the venom from his claws.
In spite of Cato's growling Torglite fell in next to Kopesh and Karslor. "Good,"the corrupted tec priest burbled at Rose and Lulls, "you two already have vox beads. Do I assume correctly you two have been briefed in the handling of the machine spirits?"
"You got it big guy!" Lulls shot the Death Guard a tight grin.
"Affirmative," Rose adjusting her rappidly doned SAR gear answered trying to breath shallowly throuogh her mouth. "I have my EMT Kit, Scanner, and a few other things besides"
"Good!" Rose found a pair of vox beads pressed into her hand. How the hell did Ailuno end up "If you encoounter Rocket, or the medical escapees get the idiots on to the vox."
The next moment the Team split into two, Rose, Karslor and Anrir pealing off from the Welcome/Combat team, into the wood. She felt Karslor Wince as the voice of Grandmaster Sigismund rang out.
***
Marissa let out a sharp yeep interupting her shuddering explanition to the kind patron and other customers. Two Highly corroupted Astartes stoped just inside the door to set down... two women, an infant, and a diperbag?
"Stay hear my sweet, untill an evacuation team retrieves you." one of them buzzed before he took off after his brother. " This is a designated safe location." For a being that seemed to be made eighty percent of angry bees it was almost cute how he nuzzled his helm to one of the women's cheeks.
***
"It's good to see you sir?" Kara didn't quite know if that was the correct way to address a Jotun that was also you grandfather inlaw to be. He looked Nostromen at the point tall and rangy with tightly corded muscle. the twins burbbled into into laguhter when they finaly managed to shift to match is shape. Only they didn't quite one who had been contentedly night lord in Mirak's Arms babled seriously up at Loki a tinny human girl with fair skin blue grey eyes and hair just as black as it had been a moment ago. The baby at her hip looked betwene mama and Loki with flame red hair and delighted laughter dancing in emerald green eyes.
Honey gives Marissa a small smile, as she guides Mouse over to a nearby empty chair, knowing that the other is easily tired while caring for her little one. “Go, kick the ass of the idiot causing problems, my love.” She murmurs, nuzzling Darsas back.
“Yes, I will ensure that the blessings that this troublesome level four will ensure that he will no longer be an issue. Are you ready to go, Hura?” Darsas murmurs, still close to his beloved bonded.
~
“Well, aren’t you a big and fancy fucker. Come on then, you corpse-worshipping dog! I’ll fell you and the rest of your zealot brothers!” Huron mocked, raising his blade as he closes in with the largest Templar he’s ever seen, furious and determined to get his hands on his bonded.
~
Cedric spoke up on the vox-comm “I am in pursuit after the medbay escapees, with Claude assisting me in tracking them.”
~
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he freezes for several seconds as he stares at the unconscious and bleeding form of his- his former? Bonded. His hearts are still bleeding from her rejection, though the care that he’d received had helped. But he didn’t want her to die or worse because she had hurt him.
Especially as it is abundantly clear to him now that she was rightfully terrified of a marine coming to wreck her life. Quite possibly after she had managed to escape one and rebuild herself. It didn’t excuse the way she went about severing her bond with him but -
Chaos was terrifying, especially in the form of Chaos Marines, who were created to protect mankind and have forsaken all of their vows. The very reason for which all astartes were made. “I… I see her.” His voice cracks and breaks a little, but he musn’t let his personal - and conflicted - feelings get in the way of a rescue. He rushes over and picks her up, careful to support her body to try and ensure that she wouldn’t be injured further.
Alastor nodded. Following Vorca in quiet support. To anyone not a Raven or possibly a Night Lord, it seemed Mallory simply disappeared into thin air.
Immediately, Alastor guided Vorca away from the fighting, towards Cedric and Claude. He had a considerable amount of experience in telling when he was being followed.
=====
Loki laughed, delighted, patting both the girls’ heads. “Aren’t you wonderfully clever?” Shifting to match first one of the girls, then the other.
Sevatar chuckled “Come on in, all of you. Let’s get you situated.
====
Sigismund didn’t even answer, just growled at Huron as he swung his sword. Moving with total inevitability. As immovable as a mountain. Raining blows like hail upon the Chaos Astartes.
It was becoming easy to see why Sigismund was considered the greatest duelist among the First Captains of the Great Crusade.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
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Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
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Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Things were happening much too quickly for Rocket's liking and footsteps thundering from every angle made her sigh and dump her jacket next to a particularly remarkable tree, emptying the pockets into her cargo jorts beforehand. She reloaded the tranq gun, eyebrows crawling up as Black Templars seemed to multiply by mitosis. One went down like a sack of potatoes and suddenly two more appeared. The clumsy dreadnought briefly made for a wall ornament — and the entire building shook. People were looking from their windows, some idiot even went out on their balcony.
Rocket followed the Khornate psychic field, circling at the very edge of, covering the sides of reddish hue with her own field. Senses acute, she knew there were two smaller fields approaching from the other side of the forest. She was familiar enough with her own Khornate World Eater friends to be aware of what that meant and advanced fearlessly, knowing she could take one of them at a time. It was not her first rodeo in that regard.
Anything to stop indiscriminate bloodshed. Approaching Khornates will not ask questions, they'll just begin meleeing without cause or reason and by the sounds of it, even three Templars were not enough to subdue the Chaos Lord completely. They were all just buying time.
Running, panting, growling— Rocket's Null aura slammed into a feral World Eater much like a large vacuum brick. Attracted to the fight and all the more mindless for it, the unkempt, heavily mutated Marine briefly staggered and suddenly went down, flying ass over tits as the agonizing discomfort of feeling his armor melt from bone left him shaking, howling and twitching but otherwise unable to move. Rocket rushed with determination, keeping the dial up on her powers enough to incapacitate but not kill.
There was a second of an adulterated awkwardness when their eyes met. She, with the tranq gun jabbing once, twice into him, mystery substance relaxing his tense body as he attempted to fight it and was unsuccessful. And the feral World Eater, whose Nails had gone quiet long enough to see a vaguely human woman shaped black hole shaking her head at him in disappointment.
Rocket looked back. Huron was following her aura. Whatever had been in the sedative had at least dulled Mallory's psychic signature somewhat, or maybe Khornate influence had made him stupid with battle. Nonetheless, Rocket bolted, leaving the downed feral World Eater, using Huron's misplaced attention to draw him away from the target.
And messier it would get. As the Black Templar were getting smacked around, another one showed up. The tallest Black Templar they had ever seen. His armor was extremely ornate, including laurels on his helmet. While Huron was all red fury, this giant seemed to be cold, focused fury, like an Inwit winter storm.
High Marshal Sigismund had arrived, somehow radiating disapproval despite his face being covered. He charged at Huron, black blade ready to skewer the Khornate.
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Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
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Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
====
Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
"Y-you! Heretic! Mm-mmph! Bastard!" Xonfried coughs, blood welling up between his teeth as he bares them at the demon before him.
Huron the bastard, has the gall to smile at him. It's condescending, like a solider watching a child with a fake sword. "Come now Cousin. You did your best." He chuckles red aura still glowing with malice and rage.
Xonfried spits from where he's pinned against the still toppled Scintus. The Dreadnought's fall had done more than he'd initially thought, and the tomb soldier's other leg is trapped beneath his own frame.
Try as he might, and mightily did he try making chainsword hit after chainsword hit. But the damn heretics Khonate aura kept him going despite it all. And Xonfried's own stamina had no such replenishment in place.
It was only a matter of time before his exhaustion got the better of him.
Huron seems to relish this reality as he stands upon brother Scintus and grasps Xonfried by the neck to lift him.
"For what it's worth, I had no true hate for you Brother." Huron spits. "But I am afraid I must now use you to make an Example, of what happens when you Get In My Wa-"
FWIIIIIIWOOOSH!
Fires from behind rocketed to life.
"For the Emperooooooooooooor!"
Brother Scintus may have been down but he certainly wasn't out. And in a flash his jet packs roared to life again, sending the massive tomb of metal and rage forward.
"WHAT IN THE DARKEST NEBULA OF TZEEN-"
WHAM!
"O-Oof!" The noise escapes Xonfried on reflex as he's dropped like a sack in the mayhem. He gets one glancing look at Brother Scintus's Chasis flying over his head into the nearest building's wall before he realizes what he's looking at.
The back of the Dreadnought's body is visible and the rest is embedded Deep in the building. Bricks fall and smoke billows, alarms are going off from both cars and fire systems but...
He doesn't hear Huron.
Creeeeeeaaaaaak
Dammit.
The metal battering ram creaks as it's roughly pushed back Out, and leaves a gaping hole in the brick work.
Where there still somehow stands a very angry, very red and very dusty Huron.
"Now...you've done it!" He snarls, lurching forward as Xonfried lies prone though trying to gather himself. "I was Going to make it quick but now...Now I'm going to-"
Shiiiiink!
"You're going to Die Heretic." Another voice declares from nearby.
Suddenly two more Black Templars drop into place, chainswords at the ready.
Xonfried immediately cheers. "Roland! Arnault! GET HIM BROTHERS! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
""FOR THE EMPEROR!"" They reply in unison.
Huron looks far more exasperated. "Oh will you idiots SHUT UP!?"
Meanwhile nearby and fast approaching.
Lullaby speaks to both their current party and those above through a vox as they ride on Khopesh's shoulders. Their staff is attached to their back.
"Karlsor, Anrir, you're on retrieval and first aid. Cato you job is to protect Scintus. Rose you're with first aid, keep any baselines they grab calm."
Cato almost considers protesting. but Lullaby cuts him off. "He needs you Cato. Keep yourself between him and Huron so he can't try to rip him out again. If he gets close, beat him to a pulp."
After that Cato actually shuts his mouth and nods.
"Khopesh my abilities work best with you. I'm counting on you to get close. Don't focus on damage, just do your best to keep him distracted so we can set the trap and extract the others. Keme and Hebe, use your aims to keep Huron near but not on top of Khopesh and keep him from pestering the retrievers."
"Copy that." "Understood."
Khopesh glances up as the battle site nears. He feels his blood racing, his sharpened teeth and crushing jaw seem to ache with the desire to bite.
Rip! Tear! Flesh! Blood! Bones! Viscera!
Lullaby pets his cheek sense his desires. "You'll get your chance Sweetness."
Alastor moves swiftly and with purpose. It doesn’t take them long to get ready to go. It seems they are not the only ones on retrieval, which does please Alastor.
The two Ravens arrive to chaos. There’s a fight going on, the other guy has a chaos-y aura that makes Alastor wrinkle his nose in disgust. Keeping his hand on Vorca’s shoulder, he scans the area. ‘Vorca, which injured do you see?’ He doesn’t know the baseline woman who is lying unconscious, but his instincts tell him he should make her a priority.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Xonfried heard that mutter from the blank mortal loud and clear. He has many questions, but there is a filthy heretic in front of him, and -
The scent of fresh blood hits him, and the Apothecary is torn between charging the heretic, and offering his aid to the injured mortal.
The Chaos Heretic’s eyes flash as the blank hisses what is likely some sort of insult and the bastard attempts to charge towards the two of them -
Only to be immediately charged and pinned by the Honorable Ancient Cousin and shot twice more by the snipers on the roof.
Which is why Xonfried pivots and strides towards the blank, pausing as he feels her aura - and smells her fear. “I am an apothecary, and your companion is bleeding heavily. Will you please allow me to come close and aid in tending her injuries? I can also send over the aid kit, if you would rather tend to her yourself.”
This particular blank is not the first he’s met, and he is able to suppress his instinctual dislike for someone who can rebuke the very warp and the dark powers with her presence. THis situation is very tense and dangerous, and he applauds her wariness. Xonfried is also fairly sure from the way the unconscious baseline woman is bleeding, that she is a psyker. A witch, but one clearly trying to evade being consumed by Chaos.
****
Vorca’s eyes go wide and he nods “I… I understand sir. If there is any way I can help, without being underfoot or sedated by an apothecary, I am eager to do so.” It would hopefully help him get his mind off of the way his hearts and body aches.
****
Cedric huffs a little, blinking away the momentary wave of exhaustion. Today has been long and it promises to be much longer still. He’s not thrilled by the way he is, for no discernable reasons, suddenly the center of attention when there are Much More Important things to deal with, but he does accept the offered food. He’s… Pretty sure he’s eaten at least once today, although it has been an extremely busy week, as the high temperatures and the large surge in travelers eager to explore the beaches around Gannet Point - and the forests - means that there are far more mortals getting themselves into medical trouble than normal.
“Very well, it has been some time since I ate last, my thanks, lady Rose.” The young Black Templar answers, grateful for the food as he eats quickly. He still has one hand on Mx Lullaby, to make sure that they don’t suddenly vanish. His vox chirps, and Hasier has sent him a message.
“Level four chaos bastard spotted. He’s brawling with Honorable Brother Sintus. My brothers and I are moving to set up a containment zone and aid in pacification and capture. We will likely need medical aid for the mortals as this chaos lord doesn’t care to try and reduce the casualties and collateral damage he is causing.”
“There is a welcoming team on their way over, Honorable brother Sintus was the first to get there because someone fitted him with an appropriately sized jetpack.” Cedric answers, his eyes widening in alarm. “Please do remind your older brothers that murdering filthy heretics without alliance confirmation will get them censured.”
***
Roland’s eyes widened as he guided her over to a nearby empty chair. “Please, sit down. I will go aid my brother.” He’s also going to message Arnault as well, to inform him that a brother is in need of aid. “Stay here, where it is safer, ja?”
The Nightlord smiles. "You were making such a sour face I assumed the flavor was not to your liking?" He clarifies.
Lullaby huffs, "No food's fine. I'm Frustrated."
"I know."
"I'm Antsy."
"Indeed."
"Our Sea Angels are out there! Facing down a Level 4! We should be out there with them!"
"I want that as well."
"So can we go now?"
"Not yet."
"Oh Come On!! I wanna go out there and Help. I'm fueled up! The bond sapping helped restore my magic tanks I Promise." Lullaby insists.
"But your regular stamina still needs replenishment. As does mine." Khopesh insists then turns his face pouty and purse lipped. "I mean...unless you want to leave me to play daring hero all alone. With only this meat pie for company." He sighs forlornly, holding the remains to his cheek.
"Pfft! No, no, no. I think we've all had enough of me doing that for Multiple life times." You say, taking more bites."
After that laugh, Lullaby does feel better. And the food makes their body feel better.
A thought comes to their mind. "Hey Khopesh...they said this guy is Level 4 and Chaos affiliated right?"
"Mm? Yes."
"How Chaos we talking?"
"Not as many outward mutations but he's got tech integrated into his body and draws a decent amount of his power from his allegiance to the dark gods."
"Psychery?"
"Not naturally no. If he has anything it's connected to his patrons..." Khopesh scans through the info that the research team had scuttled together quickly. He glances to Lullaby.
Their brows are knit, their back is slightly hunched.
Beep Beep! Another vox update comes in.
Khopesh hisses grimly and he shows the live feed.
Brother Scintus has Huron pinned, only for the bastard to grip the massive Dreadnought foot with his two hands and slowly but surely manage to Push.
"You Will Not Deny Me What IS MINE!" He snarls, bionic eye glowing with malice as he manages to unseat brother Scintus and topple his footing.
The venerable dreadnought tries to correct but cannot use his jump pack in time. He falls to the group and Huron siezes on the opportunity to jump to his face plate, and try to claw his way through to Scintus's actual body. Sparks fly with every swipe and Lullaby can see and hear denting metal.
"Get Back you Vile Heretic!" Another voice snarls, and a Black Templar with a chainsword jumps into the fray to keep Huron from cracking Scintus like an oyster. Chain swords clash and Huron seems to glow with a red raging aura. Even with the darts that had hit it seemed the knock out drugs barely did anything.
Khornnate Aura - Enhanced strength, durability, adrenaline increase and resistance to poisons and hitting like a Truck. Why isn't rocket-?
It hits. "Rocket can't use her power too much next to that untrained psycher or the other Astartes. She can't mulch Huron right now. And he'll keep using his Chaos enhanced strength to batter them back, unless..."
Khopesh tilts his head. "Unless?"
Lullaby straightens and stands, they've finished taking the last bite of food. "Khopesh, time to boogie. I have a Plan."
Khopesh's feral grin cuts across his face. "Now That's what I wanted to hear."
"Aren't you forgetting something brats?" Rose turned to see Karslor, looking much better for geting rest and food into him, stride out of a room behind Anrir. "Like I don't know, back up?"
"Kopesh, Lullaby, with us," Anrir commanded. "You can breif us en route. We're rendvou with Ailuno, Zek and Torglite on the way."
Cato nodded stifly. "The Grey Knights providing the cordon have been informed." Rose only paid partial attention to the exchange. Her attention focused on the live feed. Not the combatants but the land around it
"Come on, come on give me a better view," Rose muttered "and shit!" Reflexively she leaned into the hand Cato had rested on her shoulder. "One of the apartmens." She pointed to the approximate location. "Those are Mouse and Honey's cars. I think that's Mouse's appartment!"
Even before the Night Lord had sprinted out the door ot Apothecarium the live feed showed Hura and Darsas boiling out of the door at speeds rarely seen.
***
Private message from TaleSpiner873 to LivingLaVidaCoola(offline)
Sorry had to go AFK. Call in to the one of the basses and explain the situation before you show up. They'll have instructions on how to get you cleared in safely.
If you're near Garnet Point. Lay low. There's a *very bad news* new arival who's throwing hands in the street. You don't need to add geting caught in the middle of that shit to everything else you've got going on.
Stay Safe
***
Text to Kara and Mirak in the Beauchamp Family Group chat.
R :Don't head back from Mom and Dad's yet, unless orders pause the parental leave. level4 new arival throwing hands in streets. Am safe in Stoneflame.
K: already half way back. :( stopped for gas. And to change babies.
M: Almost to Aunt Suniva and Uncles'. Ooooh that's an Idea! We'll stop there. Altani wanted to see her baby cousins again soon.
***
Marissa nodded resting her head on table shaking as sensory memory from her time as the chaos warband's prisoner overwhelmed her. "Chaos astartes," she choaked out, shivering inspite of the midday heat. "Blue and white with the big squared armor. Threatening two women. Ultramarine walking Tank brother with Jet Pack was woosh and crash."
Rocket senses the imposing form of the Templar before she sees him. She stands back up from where she had been crouching in an attempt to see whether Mallory's body was reacting properly. Thankfully it did, as it seemed that the renewed nosebleed had come from the accidental double dose of mystery sedatives. The psyker's pulse was steady if a little low, and she breathed of her own accord.
That left the Templar. “Stay where you are or I'll kill us all and call it a day.” Rocket warned in a steady voice, fear bleeding out and turning into fury. Templars were zealous bastards, and she would have much rather deal with rogue Nurglite sorcerers in the sewers than even a single black and white fuck.
“I am going to extract my phone and call an Apothecary that knows the exact formulation and dosage of this sedative. Mission target is experiencing an overdose coupled with psychic overload and a bond issue,” she warned, doing exactly that. Rocket quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Zaarius, switching seamlessly to the Chaos-dialect. “Hey Doc, I'm in a bit of a situation, think fast. Alù gave me a mystery sedative, I presume he procured it from you, the injector double-shot, psyker is down with a nosebleed. Definitely an overdose.” She inhaled, watching the Templar eye her with noticeable disdain. He seemed to understand every... seventh or so word and it irritated him, causing his fingers to twitch. “There's a pissed off Templar Apothecary around. Do I fry him and try to get away so he wouldn't try to come for our heads for heresy? Or is the OD urgent enough for me to give psyker to him for space narcan administration?”
On the other end of the line, Zaarius gasped. Rocket facepalmed inwardly, one hundred percent sure there was something heretical in those sedatives made by a Slaaneshi chemist out of all people. Alù did not have a habit of keeping boring drugs around.
SCREEEE
Suddenly, a screech of metal echoed once again and without further prompting, the Templar drew his sword and disappeared back into the fighting yet again. Rocket could see the Chaos Lord again; he was oddly surrounded by a forcefield, or a mist?.. There were steps pounding everywhere. More Astartes were joining, their running feet like a wardrum. Too many. The Blank looked back at the unconscious Mallory and quickly took off a personal tracker and shoved in the woman's bra. A contingency plan.
That done, Rocket activated both her fuck-you-aura and her temporary invisibility and headed out for the Chaos Lord. Zaarius kept shouting something on the phone she'd stuck in a pocket; Rocket had a more important job now - making sure that no feral Khornite Marines would be summoned to the bloodbath.
Huron glowed crimson and menacing in the distance. The Templar held him back for now, but the Loyalist was no match for a feral Khorne-powered Chaos Lord.
As Mirak and Kara arrived, Sunniva was talking to a man on the lawn. At first it looked like Sev, he was even carrying a very deadly looking spear.
Then he spoke. Not Sev. Even if they looked terribly alike. “Jago might need this. I have a terrible feeling.”
“Does the Allfather know you borrowed Gungnir?” Sunniva teased. Taking the spear from Sevatar’s father.
Who turned around and smiled at the approaching pair. “Grandson. Lady Kara. It is good to see you both in good health.” The babies were gurgling happily at the new person, trying to mimic his face.
Jago poked his head out of the door. His attention fully on Mirak and his little family.
====
Alastor nodded at Vorca. ‘Your desire to help does you credit. Allow me to explain a few things you will need to know. Information is power.’
Grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil, Alastor walked Vorca through how to figure out who to extract in which order, and how to get them away discreetly, without causing further damage.
‘I did learn a few more things about stealth and secrecy after the Night Lords pulled me out of a ditch on Isstvan V. We will go together. Never go without backup, and do tell someone where you are going’ That sounded like experience.
===
So when Zaarius was preparing to act, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.
*Don’t worry, Vorca and I will retrieve the person in need of medical help.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Meanwhile in an area surrounding Mallory's apartment building...
Rocket sniffed and scratched her nose, adjusting her leather jacket that covered the hidden wrist-mounted tranquilizer jab gun as she leisurely walked towards the nearest bench. She undid her long hair, using her shades to pin it back from her face, and leaned back onto the bench, lighting up a cigarette, laying in wait for her vict— subject of interest.
There was not a soul around, but a little tickle in the back of her neck told Rocket at least a single pair of eyes was watching her from above. She spread her arms, pushing out her chest — on it, was a t-shirt with the name of her band. It was a tall chance the errant psyker was much into heavy metal music, but on the off chance Mallory did indeed recognize Rocket, it would be far easier to get the Psyker to trust her.
Rocket's phone buzzed in her pocket but she ignored it. She had no time to check her emails or texts and all necessary mission Intel had already been gathered. Sit and wait, approach Psyker, attempt to convince Mallory to go with her, and if it all does not work, tag her and bag her with the tranq.
What could even go wrong with such a simple mission?
Mallory yawned and stretched as she watched her email account, the reddit post that she’d made, as well as the reddit DMs for the throwaway account that she had made specifically to ask the questions and explain herself.
As the minutes stretched on and nothing new came in, the untrained psyker shifted uncertainly in her chair. Did she have to make an appointment at one of the bases in Gannet Point, or should she just… Show up?
There are a lot of angry people about this post.
She suspected a good number of them might be Astartes. She is keenly aware of the violence and cruelty that Astartes are capable of - at least to some degree. Mallory winces and pushes back memories of what Lufgt had done to -
No.
No.
She was not going to go there today.
Mallory mentally shakes herself, as a sense of anxious restlessness overtakes her. She felt as though she was being watched, and considering the fact that there was a nonzero chance that at least one of the tech-minded marines could probably get through the VPN she uses to protect herself online…
She eyed her front door. It wouldn’t surprise her if one of the astartes-fuckers on Reddit would send the equivalent of a swat team, but the astartes version - after her for her crimes.
The back door it was. Mallory got up and entered her back yard, carefully closing and locking the door and starting to head for her back fence, where it led out into the woods -
And froze. A glaring, green bionic eye and the blue-white armor of the bastard gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.
Mallory swore and sprinted for the side gate, not realizing that she phased through the fence as she sprinted up her side yard and out to the street.
She was passing by someone who looked - familiar? And the world came to a screeching, deafening Silence!
Mallory lunged forward and grabbed the other woman’s arms, even as the suffocating silence screamed from all sides and her every instinct yelled for her to flee from her “We need to run. We need to run right now, that murderous bastard is too close.”
***
Vorca looks briefly at the pamphlets, but focuses on his older brother’s hands as he signs, nodding a little as he processes what the other signs. He answers back, handsome moving quickly “My vox did not do me much good, as it arrived broken, and finding the parts I think I need to repair it has been impossible… I am also not a tech marine and am concerned that I may have broken it more. Thank you for the information brother, and if I do have questions, I will be sure to ask. Do all of the cousins here read battle-sign, or will I need to write or talk?”
Vorca is able to talk it’s just… Really hard to do so right now, and signing feels more comfortable. Besides, Alastor is signing as well. He starts to read through the pamphlets one at a time.
(I feel like that makes sense - that he resents that Corvus changed the legion so much from what they used to be, and he feels alienated from his brothers - at least the brothers of the time he’s from?)
The door to the appointed Scout Protection Room creaks open with a gentle sound.
Of course all the Scouts therein were already listening with rapt attention to the...disagreement occurring in the halls.
"I mean what I said Zaariel!" One voice declared sharply. "Don't you roll your six or more eyes at me. Tercelle I hear you snickering. Honestly. 9ft tall Children the lot of you!"
"Oooh Momma's maaaad at Ya'll~." Another declares with a hint of mischief and melody. "But seriously Tercy I need to get in there and I need you to Promise." The new voice emphasizes. "That you won't try to kill Zaariel or bull charge the other Apothecaries. We all want to help the Scouts."
"Indeed. I'd have to try and fight you if you did and while I'd Relish the challenge, I'd rather not frighten some poor patient by getting thrown through a wall." A third raspy voice titters with a laugh at the end thats more like a cackle.
Some grumbling can be heard from the other side. Rushal just grins with his heavily scarred mouth, quickly signing to his younger cousin.
'At least you got a show out of all this. How delightful. But don't worry. The help coming now should alleviate even more than I can alone.'
Vorca seems unsure, but...he trusts this older brother. "I believe you."
But back to the door. It creaks open and a smaller body peaks in. Well, small compared to an Astartes at least, they're average for a baseline human.
"Heloo~ Anybody home?" The baseline chirps.
"And is anybody going to cause Problems? No? Good. Let's keep it that way." The dark raspy voice adds as the head its attached to peeks in as well. "Oh hello Alastor! You're looking as gruesomely ghoulish as ever."
Vorca is taken aback by the presence of a Nightlord of all things. AND one that speaks so...Casually?? To his older brother?? But Alastor doesn't even flinch, in fact, he lets out a...
Well its meant to be an amused bark or laugh, and it still mostly is, but the lack of a tongue causes it to be distorted slightly. He slaps his knee and then signs. 'Regular sleep and feed has been doing wonders for my ferocity. I can hardly keep Sevetar and my bonded's hands off me these days! Not that I'm complaining.'
The new Nightlord with his own mouth scar let's out another cackle. It's loud and sets Vorca even more on edge. But...he remains calm. If Alastor trusts these two...he will as well.
Mostly.
The baseline doesn't understand the signing, at least not fully, but they do greet Alastor with a cheerful. "Heeeey big guy! Come 'ere. Mmmm!" And even a hug!
A squeeze! An embrace!
Well maybe accepting his own hug from before wasn't as strange as he first thought. But still a Baseline being so willing and calm about embracing an Astartes as powerful and dangerous as his older brother??
While Vorca's mind is spinning Alastor gladly returns the squeeze with one arm, then makes more signs.
"He says Altani has been doing well with her learning exercises. She can now speak common almost perfectly. She also enjoys the word game you taught her regarding license plate letters. She does it with almost every vehicle she sees."
The baseline's face brightens up. "Really? That's wonderful! I'm so happy she's happy."
Alastor nods in agreement, then continues. The Nightlord translates.
"She also wants to know when you and Khopesh will come over for Dinner next. She wants to play Jenga and Mouse Trap with you again. What say you to this my Lullaby?"
So the Nightlord is Khopesh. And the human is Lullaby.
"Awww! That's so sweet! And yes we absolutely should get together for dinner again soon." You agree. "If you're comfortable...we've got some new roommates...fosters ah technically more but they might enjoy a visit too, especially for a board game night. Only with your permission of course."
Alastor's gaze becomes Very knowing, and smug. 'Drew more bodies into your orbits I see. Not surprising. And I am...not opposed to the idea. I will need to convene with the others in my house of course.'
"Naturally. Oh but onto convening for other reasons." Lullaby turns to Vorca. "How are you feeling hun?"
Vorca feels...suddenly yanked back into the present. "I uh...I..." He looks to Rushal for guidance.
The elder raven nods, gently placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
Vorca takes a deep breath, and he slumps slightly. "It...it still Hurts." He says, honestly, timidly.
Heartbreakingly.
Alastor's presence had helped. It had taken his mind off the pain in his heart and soul, easing it.
But not removing it.
He locks eyes with this...psycher he supposes.
He doesn't know how that's possible here? But if they're the supposed expert he won't question it.
"Please...make it stop hurting."
Lullaby's eyes and expression are soft, they nod. "I will do what I can."
A small, fragile, baseline hand reaches out. After a moment of hesitation, Vorca gently places his upon it.
The feeling is instant.
Where once there was this...almost cold, biting itch, like thorns sinking into his heart. Instead slowly warmth seeps in, it was slow but inevitable, like the march of spring on winter's frozen grip.
And those sharp, icy, thorns, that acidic cold pain that had wrapped around his soul even before his so called 'Break Up' are gently cut and melted away.
A few more minutes pass, turning his insides from ice to thawing frost to tepid water and finally to something that feels warmed beneath the sun.
"Aaaaaand there. That should be the last of it." Lullaby declares, standing back up straight. The psycher stretches their fingers and rolls their shoulders to work out the kinks. "How are you feeling dear?"
He...he feels. "Better."
It doesn't suddenly make him happy. It doesn't magically stitch his broken heart back together.
But...instead it just feels like...the feeling of knowing he's no longer alone.
And that...seems like what his heart needs more than anything else right now.
Vorca can actually muster a small smile. Its not wide or grand, but it is true.
"I feel Better." He nods glancing to Rushal who gives him an affirming nod.
The human known as Lullaby grins. "I'm glad for that dear. I am very glad."
The happy moment is suddenly interrupted by Khopesh's custom vox tone.
Ocean Ma-an~ Take me by the Hand~
Lullaby's pulse picks up suddenly. Normally it wouldn't that goofy tone was Hebe's custom tone.
But knowing what they do about where Keme and Hebe are right now...
Khopesh has the same expression they do. Worry but also determination.
Hebe's voice is tight and only the extensive training he has as both an astartes and as an infiltration specialist is what allows him to keep his voice as steady as it is. "We have a problem. There's a level 4 astartes breaching the perimeter of the target's home. Renegade... No a Chaos Marine. Possibly both. His markings put him as a Lord.
He pauses for a moment and continues "The target is speaking with the Warp Antibiotic, urging her to flee with her. The target mentioned at least one Astartes stalker that she attempted to flee cross-country. I'm going to try tranq him to give us a bit more breathing room. We're going to need a welcoming-subduing party for the level 4."
He's tracking the warlord as he charges through the fence - the sound of ceramite on wood a horrible, shrieking sound that both of the mortals on the other side of the building and street heard, which caused the target to physically grab the Warp Antibiotic and start dragging her further from the source of the sound, babbling in absolute panic.
Hebe lines up the shot, taking in a deep breath and hitting the noisy bastard in the neck twice, as the darts he had loaded into the rifle were calibrated for baselines. One shot might slow him down, depending on how Chaos-y he is, but two should definitely slow him down.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?“ Rocket shouted, attempting to pull herself away.
Being extra careful not to allow Mallory to come in contact with her bare skin. The shock had made Rocket to let some of her aura go, which wouldn't be a problem... But Mallory's body had started to shake and the air surrounding her took on that faint smell of ozone that made it clear her psykery was attempting to rebel against Rocket's Blank aura.
The crack of wood and pounding ceramite steps had Rocket looking back, mostly ignoring the struggling Psyker, her untrained body hardly a match to Rocket's bulk and fitness. What broke through the fence... Or rather, who. The Blank knew a Chaos Lord when she saw one, she had one of those in her house!
There was no chance of direct escape. Even if Rocket dialed her powers up, or used her hiding ability, Mallory's Bond to the Astartes would inevitably lead him to them. And Mallory was still screaming, body shaking— at some point, she had grabbed Rocket's hand, and the psykery was raging in her. Making her near-incoherent.
Mallory screamed something, shrill and accusatory, but it all faded into the background at the presence of a stronger enemy.
The Astartes was now watching them, helm tilted, chest heaving visibly even under the protective ceramite casing. Making no move to lunge as of yet— and Rocket directed 100% of her attention on him, even as her arms slowly but surely squeezed Mallory closer into position towards her. A faint scent of blood joined the smells of kicked dirt and ozone. The psyker's nose was bleeding. Rocket did not take her eyes off of the Chaos Lord's helm.
Something tapped against the juncture of his thigh and leg, where his armor was thinner, more flexible. A second dart hit him just as Rocket finally wrestled with the psyker and jabbed her tranq gun in the side of Mallory's neck. The human psyker went down like a bag of rocks.
Rocket squared up and stared at the Chaos Lord, standing over Mallory's body much like a very protective dachshund, or a Chihuahua.
At Vorca’s question, Alastor nodded. ‘I have had very few problems myself. Most do understand sign. Not to mention these devices do exist’ He pulled out his phone, demonstrating how to make the device speak out loud what he typed.
It was getting increasingly clear that he didn’t have a tongue, just a stump where it should be.
‘I could have had my tongue regrown at some point. Just didn’t seem important.’ Alastor commented by way of explanation.
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Rushal carefully hugged Lullaby, mindful of the fact he was so much bigger and stronger. ‘It is good to see you two. Altani will be delighted if you come visit. She is catching up pretty well on where a child her age should be in her schooling. I don’t know where she gets the energy to run around the farm, finding every bird nest, berry patch and interesting critter.’
Even in sign, his fond affection for the one named Altani was plain to see. His daughter or something?
‘I will remain in the room if you need me to while Lullaby sets your bond to rights.’ He finally stated, letting Lullaby start to work.
Rose'd just handed off the both the turkey and cheese hand pie, and the berry oat bar to Zarrius the moment every Astartes with a vox froze before exploding into a flurry of activity. Including Brother Scintus, Venerable Ultramarine Dreadnought, who took off and out the door from the front desk at speed. In the fading thunder of his steps and the sudden whoosh of a jet pack, she almost missed Lullyby sprinting out of the Scout Protection Room. Almost.
Rose pivoted, took a sidestep and braced bofore catching the younger baseline mid stride in a tight hug, lifting their feet off the ground. They struggled in her grasp torn between wanting to get free and not wanting to hurt Rose.
"Let me down my foster guys are in danger! There's a catagory 4 bearing down on them." Rose squeezed tighter as Kopesh growled at her.
"Not half-cocked!" Rose grunted, carrying Luls the three steps to the nurses station before setting them down in front of Cato, Cedric and the cooler. "Eat! You go out there and you run out of juice you put your guys in more danger trying to pull you out." Rose thrust a berry bar and hand pie at the psycher. "Don't pull a me! hell I live out in the middle of the woods so I don't pull a me."
***
Marissa walked with down the street with Xonfried, the butterfly sleeved top concealing the point on her upper left arm where the residual limb and prosthetic met. "The bakery your brother and his Bonded run was really nice." She sighed inwardly flinching at some of the stares passersby gave to her arm. "It was nice to be able to take a moment together not doing physio-therapy, or dealing with the fallout from well, everything.
"I am glad we both had the time to do so." Xonfried automaticly shifted his body to shelter his bonded from the eyes of rude strangers with a pointed stare. He stopped Augmetic eye glinting in the light, claw scars on his chin making his sudden scowl more ferocious. His helmet locked into place. The two of them rounded a corner as the roar of a jet hit Marissa's ears.
Marissa barely had time to process the Very Unhinged looking astartes in massive blue and white armor staring down two women one of whom was unconscious. She had just enough time to see an astartes Scout moving towards the women doge at the worst possible angle when The Ultramarine Dreadnought Rocketeered in praticaly on top of him. She couldn't understand what the walking (and flying?!) tank yelled but it galvinized her bonded.
"Schwesterherz, Go to my bruders now!" Marissa didn't stop to ask questions, simply took off at a dead sprint back to towards the bakery.
note: Schwesterherz according to my search-engine-fu is a German endearment literally meaning sister-heart and colloquially meaning dear sister
Lord Huron Blackheart looks the mortal laughably attempting to block him from the mortal the warp had deemed belonged to him in a way he had only experienced once before, with the mortal’s mother.
He can feel the press of this strange mortal’s Blank abilities against his abilities, as well as the sting of two darts striking his body. He rumbles in the local language “Give me my bonded, mortal, and I am content to leave you - and the snipers attempting to subdue me - alone. She is mine by rite and warp.”
~ On the roof tops ~
Fuck! He didn’t go down!
We have back up incoming, now is not the time to panic. We shoot him again!
Keme and Hebe, though they are on different rooftops and at different vantage points, move as one, shifting position and taking aim before firing another dart each into the level 4’s soft spots. This formula should work on him, unless he is more heavily warp-blessed and mutated than he looks.
Xonfried spots the two snipers on the roof, taking aim and firing at the Heretical Traitor menacing the two mortals - one of whom having fainted possibly being overwhelmed by Transhuman Dread - and sprints towards what is likely to be an ugly confrontation if the traitor is not distracted.
He roars with his full chest “LEAVE THE MORTALS BE, HERETIC!” As he pulls his powersword from it’s sheath. He does not want to risk the mortals or the architecture if the heretic dodges his bolter rounds, so melee it is.
****
Cedric rests a light but also restraining hand on one of Mx Lullaby’s shoulders, to keep you from sprinting off before you recharge your witchy abilities. He channels as much calm and clear-headed feelings as he can muster and tries to radiate it at you.
He’s no psyker of course, but he is… Somewhat sure that your powers are partially empathic in nature, and having someone who is Being Calm at you should help to some extent. “There is a strike and welcome team already on their way to their location, and we will accompany you to assist as needed. But you must have your strength, as pouring from an empty cup will not help matters.”
Vorca is peering out into the hallway, having heard the frantic commotion. His hearts still ache, and there isn’t much he is sure he can do in this situation, but he would like to help, if able. “I would be willing to assist in either scouting the situation or in retrieving the astartes who may be in danger.”
He’s not sure what a level four means, but from the seriousness and worry coming from others, he imagines that it isn’t a good thing.
Alastor shakes his head ‘No, Vorca. A level 4 is *very* bad news. The Despoiler would be one such. If you recognize the name. So are *Custodes* You are still hurting. You need to recover, I think. So unless the apothecaries say it’s okay, please stay put?’
He looks quite concerned himself. One hand on Vorca’s shoulder. He’s apparently trying to be comforting.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Meanwhile in an area surrounding Mallory's apartment building...
Rocket sniffed and scratched her nose, adjusting her leather jacket that covered the hidden wrist-mounted tranquilizer jab gun as she leisurely walked towards the nearest bench. She undid her long hair, using her shades to pin it back from her face, and leaned back onto the bench, lighting up a cigarette, laying in wait for her vict— subject of interest.
There was not a soul around, but a little tickle in the back of her neck told Rocket at least a single pair of eyes was watching her from above. She spread her arms, pushing out her chest — on it, was a t-shirt with the name of her band. It was a tall chance the errant psyker was much into heavy metal music, but on the off chance Mallory did indeed recognize Rocket, it would be far easier to get the Psyker to trust her.
Rocket's phone buzzed in her pocket but she ignored it. She had no time to check her emails or texts and all necessary mission Intel had already been gathered. Sit and wait, approach Psyker, attempt to convince Mallory to go with her, and if it all does not work, tag her and bag her with the tranq.
What could even go wrong with such a simple mission?
Mallory yawned and stretched as she watched her email account, the reddit post that she’d made, as well as the reddit DMs for the throwaway account that she had made specifically to ask the questions and explain herself.
As the minutes stretched on and nothing new came in, the untrained psyker shifted uncertainly in her chair. Did she have to make an appointment at one of the bases in Gannet Point, or should she just… Show up?
There are a lot of angry people about this post.
She suspected a good number of them might be Astartes. She is keenly aware of the violence and cruelty that Astartes are capable of - at least to some degree. Mallory winces and pushes back memories of what Lufgt had done to -
No.
No.
She was not going to go there today.
Mallory mentally shakes herself, as a sense of anxious restlessness overtakes her. She felt as though she was being watched, and considering the fact that there was a nonzero chance that at least one of the tech-minded marines could probably get through the VPN she uses to protect herself online…
She eyed her front door. It wouldn’t surprise her if one of the astartes-fuckers on Reddit would send the equivalent of a swat team, but the astartes version - after her for her crimes.
The back door it was. Mallory got up and entered her back yard, carefully closing and locking the door and starting to head for her back fence, where it led out into the woods -
And froze. A glaring, green bionic eye and the blue-white armor of the bastard gleamed in the afternoon sunlight.
Mallory swore and sprinted for the side gate, not realizing that she phased through the fence as she sprinted up her side yard and out to the street.
She was passing by someone who looked - familiar? And the world came to a screeching, deafening Silence!
Mallory lunged forward and grabbed the other woman’s arms, even as the suffocating silence screamed from all sides and her every instinct yelled for her to flee from her “We need to run. We need to run right now, that murderous bastard is too close.”
***
Vorca looks briefly at the pamphlets, but focuses on his older brother’s hands as he signs, nodding a little as he processes what the other signs. He answers back, handsome moving quickly “My vox did not do me much good, as it arrived broken, and finding the parts I think I need to repair it has been impossible… I am also not a tech marine and am concerned that I may have broken it more. Thank you for the information brother, and if I do have questions, I will be sure to ask. Do all of the cousins here read battle-sign, or will I need to write or talk?”
Vorca is able to talk it’s just… Really hard to do so right now, and signing feels more comfortable. Besides, Alastor is signing as well. He starts to read through the pamphlets one at a time.
(I feel like that makes sense - that he resents that Corvus changed the legion so much from what they used to be, and he feels alienated from his brothers - at least the brothers of the time he’s from?)
The door to the appointed Scout Protection Room creaks open with a gentle sound.
Of course all the Scouts therein were already listening with rapt attention to the...disagreement occurring in the halls.
"I mean what I said Zaariel!" One voice declared sharply. "Don't you roll your six or more eyes at me. Tercelle I hear you snickering. Honestly. 9ft tall Children the lot of you!"
"Oooh Momma's maaaad at Ya'll~." Another declares with a hint of mischief and melody. "But seriously Tercy I need to get in there and I need you to Promise." The new voice emphasizes. "That you won't try to kill Zaariel or bull charge the other Apothecaries. We all want to help the Scouts."
"Indeed. I'd have to try and fight you if you did and while I'd Relish the challenge, I'd rather not frighten some poor patient by getting thrown through a wall." A third raspy voice titters with a laugh at the end thats more like a cackle.
Some grumbling can be heard from the other side. Rushal just grins with his heavily scarred mouth, quickly signing to his younger cousin.
'At least you got a show out of all this. How delightful. But don't worry. The help coming now should alleviate even more than I can alone.'
Vorca seems unsure, but...he trusts this older brother. "I believe you."
But back to the door. It creaks open and a smaller body peaks in. Well, small compared to an Astartes at least, they're average for a baseline human.
"Heloo~ Anybody home?" The baseline chirps.
"And is anybody going to cause Problems? No? Good. Let's keep it that way." The dark raspy voice adds as the head its attached to peeks in as well. "Oh hello Alastor! You're looking as gruesomely ghoulish as ever."
Vorca is taken aback by the presence of a Nightlord of all things. AND one that speaks so...Casually?? To his older brother?? But Alastor doesn't even flinch, in fact, he lets out a...
Well its meant to be an amused bark or laugh, and it still mostly is, but the lack of a tongue causes it to be distorted slightly. He slaps his knee and then signs. 'Regular sleep and feed has been doing wonders for my ferocity. I can hardly keep Sevetar and my bonded's hands off me these days! Not that I'm complaining.'
The new Nightlord with his own mouth scar let's out another cackle. It's loud and sets Vorca even more on edge. But...he remains calm. If Alastor trusts these two...he will as well.
Mostly.
The baseline doesn't understand the signing, at least not fully, but they do greet Alastor with a cheerful. "Heeeey big guy! Come 'ere. Mmmm!" And even a hug!
A squeeze! An embrace!
Well maybe accepting his own hug from before wasn't as strange as he first thought. But still a Baseline being so willing and calm about embracing an Astartes as powerful and dangerous as his older brother??
While Vorca's mind is spinning Alastor gladly returns the squeeze with one arm, then makes more signs.
"He says Altani has been doing well with her learning exercises. She can now speak common almost perfectly. She also enjoys the word game you taught her regarding license plate letters. She does it with almost every vehicle she sees."
The baseline's face brightens up. "Really? That's wonderful! I'm so happy she's happy."
Alastor nods in agreement, then continues. The Nightlord translates.
"She also wants to know when you and Khopesh will come over for Dinner next. She wants to play Jenga and Mouse Trap with you again. What say you to this my Lullaby?"
So the Nightlord is Khopesh. And the human is Lullaby.
"Awww! That's so sweet! And yes we absolutely should get together for dinner again soon." You agree. "If you're comfortable...we've got some new roommates...fosters ah technically more but they might enjoy a visit too, especially for a board game night. Only with your permission of course."
Alastor's gaze becomes Very knowing, and smug. 'Drew more bodies into your orbits I see. Not surprising. And I am...not opposed to the idea. I will need to convene with the others in my house of course.'
"Naturally. Oh but onto convening for other reasons." Lullaby turns to Vorca. "How are you feeling hun?"
Vorca feels...suddenly yanked back into the present. "I uh...I..." He looks to Rushal for guidance.
The elder raven nods, gently placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
Vorca takes a deep breath, and he slumps slightly. "It...it still Hurts." He says, honestly, timidly.
Heartbreakingly.
Alastor's presence had helped. It had taken his mind off the pain in his heart and soul, easing it.
But not removing it.
He locks eyes with this...psycher he supposes.
He doesn't know how that's possible here? But if they're the supposed expert he won't question it.
"Please...make it stop hurting."
Lullaby's eyes and expression are soft, they nod. "I will do what I can."
A small, fragile, baseline hand reaches out. After a moment of hesitation, Vorca gently places his upon it.
The feeling is instant.
Where once there was this...almost cold, biting itch, like thorns sinking into his heart. Instead slowly warmth seeps in, it was slow but inevitable, like the march of spring on winter's frozen grip.
And those sharp, icy, thorns, that acidic cold pain that had wrapped around his soul even before his so called 'Break Up' are gently cut and melted away.
A few more minutes pass, turning his insides from ice to thawing frost to tepid water and finally to something that feels warmed beneath the sun.
"Aaaaaand there. That should be the last of it." Lullaby declares, standing back up straight. The psycher stretches their fingers and rolls their shoulders to work out the kinks. "How are you feeling dear?"
He...he feels. "Better."
It doesn't suddenly make him happy. It doesn't magically stitch his broken heart back together.
But...instead it just feels like...the feeling of knowing he's no longer alone.
And that...seems like what his heart needs more than anything else right now.
Vorca can actually muster a small smile. Its not wide or grand, but it is true.
"I feel Better." He nods glancing to Rushal who gives him an affirming nod.
The human known as Lullaby grins. "I'm glad for that dear. I am very glad."
The happy moment is suddenly interrupted by Khopesh's custom vox tone.
Ocean Ma-an~ Take me by the Hand~
Lullaby's pulse picks up suddenly. Normally it wouldn't that goofy tone was Hebe's custom tone.
But knowing what they do about where Keme and Hebe are right now...
Khopesh has the same expression they do. Worry but also determination.
Hebe's voice is tight and only the extensive training he has as both an astartes and as an infiltration specialist is what allows him to keep his voice as steady as it is. "We have a problem. There's a level 4 astartes breaching the perimeter of the target's home. Renegade... No a Chaos Marine. Possibly both. His markings put him as a Lord.
He pauses for a moment and continues "The target is speaking with the Warp Antibiotic, urging her to flee with her. The target mentioned at least one Astartes stalker that she attempted to flee cross-country. I'm going to try tranq him to give us a bit more breathing room. We're going to need a welcoming-subduing party for the level 4."
He's tracking the warlord as he charges through the fence - the sound of ceramite on wood a horrible, shrieking sound that both of the mortals on the other side of the building and street heard, which caused the target to physically grab the Warp Antibiotic and start dragging her further from the source of the sound, babbling in absolute panic.
Hebe lines up the shot, taking in a deep breath and hitting the noisy bastard in the neck twice, as the darts he had loaded into the rifle were calibrated for baselines. One shot might slow him down, depending on how Chaos-y he is, but two should definitely slow him down.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?“ Rocket shouted, attempting to pull herself away.
Being extra careful not to allow Mallory to come in contact with her bare skin. The shock had made Rocket to let some of her aura go, which wouldn't be a problem... But Mallory's body had started to shake and the air surrounding her took on that faint smell of ozone that made it clear her psykery was attempting to rebel against Rocket's Blank aura.
The crack of wood and pounding ceramite steps had Rocket looking back, mostly ignoring the struggling Psyker, her untrained body hardly a match to Rocket's bulk and fitness. What broke through the fence... Or rather, who. The Blank knew a Chaos Lord when she saw one, she had one of those in her house!
There was no chance of direct escape. Even if Rocket dialed her powers up, or used her hiding ability, Mallory's Bond to the Astartes would inevitably lead him to them. And Mallory was still screaming, body shaking— at some point, she had grabbed Rocket's hand, and the psykery was raging in her. Making her near-incoherent.
Mallory screamed something, shrill and accusatory, but it all faded into the background at the presence of a stronger enemy.
The Astartes was now watching them, helm tilted, chest heaving visibly even under the protective ceramite casing. Making no move to lunge as of yet— and Rocket directed 100% of her attention on him, even as her arms slowly but surely squeezed Mallory closer into position towards her. A faint scent of blood joined the smells of kicked dirt and ozone. The psyker's nose was bleeding. Rocket did not take her eyes off of the Chaos Lord's helm.
Something tapped against the juncture of his thigh and leg, where his armor was thinner, more flexible. A second dart hit him just as Rocket finally wrestled with the psyker and jabbed her tranq gun in the side of Mallory's neck. The human psyker went down like a bag of rocks.
Rocket squared up and stared at the Chaos Lord, standing over Mallory's body much like a very protective dachshund, or a Chihuahua.
At Vorca’s question, Alastor nodded. ‘I have had very few problems myself. Most do understand sign. Not to mention these devices do exist’ He pulled out his phone, demonstrating how to make the device speak out loud what he typed.
It was getting increasingly clear that he didn’t have a tongue, just a stump where it should be.
‘I could have had my tongue regrown at some point. Just didn’t seem important.’ Alastor commented by way of explanation.
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Rushal carefully hugged Lullaby, mindful of the fact he was so much bigger and stronger. ‘It is good to see you two. Altani will be delighted if you come visit. She is catching up pretty well on where a child her age should be in her schooling. I don’t know where she gets the energy to run around the farm, finding every bird nest, berry patch and interesting critter.’
Even in sign, his fond affection for the one named Altani was plain to see. His daughter or something?
‘I will remain in the room if you need me to while Lullaby sets your bond to rights.’ He finally stated, letting Lullaby start to work.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Vorca nods, though the does fidget with his hands a little before signing back “I would like to meet other brothers, if they are amenable.” His eyes widen further at the mention of that cursed, betrayal-death filled misery.
He had not realized that the older brother before him had been one of those who had likely fallen in that treacherous, miserable battle by the hand of vile traitors who had been thought to be allies and brothers at arms at the time.
“Memories, good and bad haunt us all, Alastor. I just… I could tell that something was off, but did not know where or who to turn to.” Vorca confessed. From what he had read on the Ancient Terran Noosphere, those astartes who had bonds were ecstatic to have them, and claimed that they were well loved and cherished. Which was good for them, but had felt… So terribly isolating.
Alastor nodded. ‘Yours is not the first bond I have heard of going wrong. Always tragic when it happens. Nobody is happy with her for it. There is base housing to be had, if you so wish. The Alliance looks after its own. Now, there are Astartes from all over the timeline here. Before and after the Heresy. Have anyone explained about the Alliance and how things work here?’
It didn’t occur to Alastor to offer his own place. While there was room, not many people could cope with sharing a farm with Sevatar, Sigismund, occasionally Sevatar’s nephew, and a ten year old astropath.
Sabriel will fly me. It'll take about 60-90 minutes to get there. Please pass on to your snipers that Sabriel (winged Lamenter, yellow armor, please don't shoot him) will drop me off around the block from Mallory. I'll loiter until she comes out - I don't think sticking an unstable Psyker and a Blank together in close quarters is a good idea. Unless you wish me to treat her as a Hostile Target, in which case I cannot guarantee her survival (and you need to file the appropriate paperwork with my Base Commander for that anyway).
About to meet with injured RG. Good to hear Alastor is keeping him calm. Also meat pie was Delicious.
Signed Cross Faction Bond Specialist
...
"Thank you so much. Oh my goodness. Mm!" Lullaby takes a huge bite from the pie as soon as they manage to unwrap it from the wax paper around it.
"I told you to grab something as we left." Khopesh chides gently. There's not really anger in it just teasing. He takes his own pie as well.
Rose is a bit less amused. "You didn't Feed yourself before leaving?"
"Mm! Didn't think there was time. Didn't know how long that EC had been holding out." You counter, finally feeling able to slow down and less like you're about to fall over. "I can eat later. Didn't know if he'd last with a delay."
Rose huffs, crossing her arms but she relents. "Fair enough."
"Still, you work better when you're fed." Khopesh replies, ruffling Lullaby's hair.
"True. And there's more work to be done. Speaking of which, where are Keme and Hebe right now?"
Khopesh is about to answer with whatever assignments they'd been given today but a chime comes over the message app.
I have let the relevant parties know of you and Sabriel's arrival.
- Hura
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Zaarius lets out a dramatic gasp at Rose's words. "Lady Rose! Please have mercy on this poor soul." He starts clutching at his chest in playful dramatic as he moves from side to side a little. He spots Cato signing at Cedric, he backs off and away from where he was 'deviling' his brother- which was him mostly trying to do his job and not heckle the overopinated and overrated Tercelle.
It did not occur to Vorca to ask if he could stay specifically with Alastor - in part because the younger Raven Guard suspected that the other might live on one of the bases - or perhaps close by. He shakes his head when the other asks about what he knows about local protocol “They have not, sir. I arrived in the wilderness and as soon as I made it to civilization, I found myself bound to… To Miss Mallory and everything was overwhelming and my vox was damaged, so I was working on trying to repair it and trying to figure out who I should approach.”
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Cedric’s gaze fixes on Cato as he watches the other sign swiftly, starting to sign back just as quickly, answering the commander’s questions as best as he could. He nods politely to Lady Rose.
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DM from LivingLaVidaCoola to TaleSpinner893:
I will keep that warning in mind, although I… I have to say, the thought of whatever curse or whatever Spooky Shit that has been afflicting me for… Quite a while to be turned off, if only for a little while actually sounds nice.
I did not know that about the alliance. None of the astartes I have been bonded to mentioned it once. To be fair to Vorca, which I… I will admit that I haven’t been, he did say outright once he had enough of a grasp of one of the languages I speak that he did not know where he was. The others… I am pretty sure had been on earth for long enough to know this.
At least, that horrific bastard of an Astral Claw sure as fuck had been. The Iron Hand and the thousand son, too. Maybe not the EC?
I… Happen to be close to one of those cities, as a matter of fact. While I am… Wary about going to where a bunch of apparently pissed off at me astartes might be, I will reach out to [email protected] and try to speak with them. I… Can only hope that they respond.
Your information has been very helpful, and I am grateful that you’ve taken the time to speak with me, despite our initial interaction being… Not good on either of our parts.
I… I hope your bond continues to be a healthy one? I wonder if the spooky shit I do could help at some point? Lethal bonds are horrific to watch.
Subject line: Please help me deal with Spooky Shit
God morning/affternoon/evening, depending on what it is today.
… Fuck I don’t know how to do this.
I very much hope that the information I was given about you was right.
I was given your email address by someone who claimed that you knew about the Spooky Shit and that you could turn it off? I have some sort of family curse that has afflicted me since I was a child.
I… fuck I am going o sound absolutely fucking crazy, especially if this is just a random email.
Nevermind. This is a troll email. Hahaha gooot youuuu
Alastor immediately pulled out a stack of pamphlets from his belt pouch. The usual assortment. Though he did peel one off and put it on the bedside table. ‘There are pamphlets. The one I put aside is about bonds. That can wait until later. Given your experience I would suggest amending it to add the less perfect variants at any rate.’
As he handed over the pamphlets, Astartes sized, and in Gothic, he grinned. “You had your vox with you? Lucky. I arrived with nothing but a chainsword.’
He was quite certain there were baseline women who had been staring. Which had been an ego boost, he wouldn’t lie.
Indeed, Alastor wasn’t in armor, though his fatigues were Raven Guard black. And the shirt looked like he might burst out of it if he took a deep breath.
Did Vorca even know that this was M3 Terra, poor guy?
‘Take your time reading. I am going nowhere. If you have questions, ask. I can’t guarantee I know the answer, but someone around is bound to.’
Alastor found himself considering maybe he should get more involved with his fellow Ravens.
(Guys, I have a thought about Rushal’s beef with Corvus.
Rushal is Terran, one of the Pale Nomads who were the original legion before Corvus.
Until Corvus arrived, the Raven Guard way was the Pale Nomad way. But Corvus changed the legion culture. I can see that pissing Alastor off)
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Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
***
Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
***
Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Vorca nods, though the does fidget with his hands a little before signing back “I would like to meet other brothers, if they are amenable.” His eyes widen further at the mention of that cursed, betrayal-death filled misery.
He had not realized that the older brother before him had been one of those who had likely fallen in that treacherous, miserable battle by the hand of vile traitors who had been thought to be allies and brothers at arms at the time.
“Memories, good and bad haunt us all, Alastor. I just… I could tell that something was off, but did not know where or who to turn to.” Vorca confessed. From what he had read on the Ancient Terran Noosphere, those astartes who had bonds were ecstatic to have them, and claimed that they were well loved and cherished. Which was good for them, but had felt… So terribly isolating.
Alastor nodded. ‘Yours is not the first bond I have heard of going wrong. Always tragic when it happens. Nobody is happy with her for it. There is base housing to be had, if you so wish. The Alliance looks after its own. Now, there are Astartes from all over the timeline here. Before and after the Heresy. Have anyone explained about the Alliance and how things work here?’
It didn’t occur to Alastor to offer his own place. While there was room, not many people could cope with sharing a farm with Sevatar, Sigismund, occasionally Sevatar’s nephew, and a ten year old astropath.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Vorca holds onto Alastor until he cries himself out. Once he does, he pulls away a little, wiping his face dry and signs back "Good to know. I am still trying to find my feet here on Ancient Terra."
Trying to find other brothers has been difficult, though Vorca is keenly aware of the fact that his chapter is stealthy and tends towards small numbers compared to most other chapters.
Alastor nods. ‘If you need help finding other brothers, they can help there as well.’ He makes no move to pull away. ‘I thought Isstvan V was the last time I would see any brothers, but here we are.’
Rushal thought he was doing good. But he can’t shake the thought that he had been at least somewhat unkind in cutting ties as he did. The legion was changing, yes. But…
He shakes his head. ‘Apologies. Memories. I am sorry you went through what you did. You did not deserve to be caught up in her issues, little brother. Let us know what you need, and these people will do their best to help.
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
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Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
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To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
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To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
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To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
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To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
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Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Vorca has noted that the older Raven Guard hasn't spoken aloud - but some of his brothers are nonverbal for a variety of reasons. His size and scarring are impressive and a little intimidating... But he can also tell that the other means no harm.
he hugs the other back tightly, burying his face into one of the other's shoulders, shaking a little as tears stream down his face. He really had done all that he could in order to try and accommodate his bonded. He doesn't really remember how he'd gotten to this medbay room, either. He'd...
He remembered leaving his (former?) bonded's home and stumbled towards a nearby park to try and sort out his thoughts and feelings. He'd been so tired and heart-sore and had closed his eyes for a few moments -
then he woke up in a medical cot with a stern-faced Thousand Son. Vorca does not want to let go for some time, either.
Rose, what every your thinking about typing send it. It opens a path where less catastrophic options have the potential for marginally less dire potentials.
Warn the toxic idiot.
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Reply to LivingLaVidaCoola From TaleSpinner823:
Changing to More Info with a healthy side of do not dox yourself.
Oh Hell. Context's kinda important. Your first post basically reads like the most narcissistic self absorbed permanently adolescent sociopathic rant I've ever encounter. Projected some of my metric ton of trauma. With more context, please don't dox yourself, you are in a horrificaly bad everybody loses situation.
To summarize:
You have the Sight. You can see bonds, probably other ridiculous spooky bullshit. I don't have it but runs in my family even if it always skips a generation. My aunt who has it gave me the run down in case I ever had kids even though I'm in the off generation.
You've had a fuck pile of astartes related bad shit, including other peoples Bonds transferring to you if I read that one bit correct. Bonds that won't break at a simple rejection: which is what it takes on either side 99.99999% of the time.
Bonds you've experenced and/or Seen actually feed on the self/lifeforce/psyche of at least one party
To synthesize with what you said with I know:
Good News/Bad News:
The Sight is almost never the only bit of spooky shit someone has. In my family is shows up as dousing that actually works and the odd premonition. Untrained Spooky shit Atracts Trouble
Good news:
If you have other spooky shit that you haven't learned how to use and fully control there's a stellar chance if you lock it down, you're not gonna be catnip for astartes, or spooky Chaos-y crap.
Bad news:
The only people I know of that can teach spooky shit so it doesn't go catastrophicaly bad are all astartes or astartes adjecent.
Worse News:
Courtesy of Black Templars being... well Black Templars and finding out because they fucked around the more times a person snaps a bond the more fucked up each subsequent bond will be. And the highter the probability more fucked up individual whatever causes bonds will throw in your path. Unless you've already met some of the real bastards who live out in the deep wildnerss, you have no idea. There are fuckers that look the roving crusades of BTs look friendly and sane.
Another fact we know mostly because of Black Templars, individuals who break enough bonds inivatabley end up with bonds that bind so tightly that neither party is able to break the bone.
Whether you like it or not, meant it or not, or even believe it or not, if you don't have a kill count with how you've broken your unwanted bonds it's divine intervention.
According to my Aunt, Bonds normaly look like being tied togeather with attack plants. Soemtimes their all pretty and happy with nice associations. Other times it's like seeing people traped in the thornes leading to sleeping beauty's castle. If you're seeing bonds manifesting as actual chains that is and I quote "really bad bad juju."
I've told you everything the I know of that pertains to what you've described. You've got more info to run your own risk analysis.
So the ghosts and other things isn't me losing my mind? Greaaat. Cool cool cool. Fuck!
God I wish a simple "no thank you" would work. I've tried. Heavens know I tried. It didn't work and the no made things. So much worse. Hence the deliberate emotional sabotage so they fuck off first.
Not all the bonds I've seen manifested as chains. But... Enough of them have. My mother and that bastard were one such kind. I begged and told her that his chains would suffocate her to death. She never listened to my warnings. I was right about them suffocating her to death, not that I had anything but my word against his as to what happened that night.
The parasitic roots I've seen latched onto normal people as they fade and fall into-
that. That was real? fuck
Good News:
I would really, really like to not be catnip for astartes anymore
Bad News:
fuck me sideways, who are the astartes-adjacent people? Do you mind if I private message you about it? I... Really don't want to encounter more astartes until whatever the fuck curse this is, is under control
I thought grandmother was joking about the family curse. fuck fuck fuck
Worse News:
This was the only way I could drive the bastards away - that or flee the city/country and doing the latter is expensive as fuck and not fast.
the kill count comment is. Ominous. But given what I've seen of the bonds between us humans and astartes... I'm not surprised that bonds can kill. THey've just slowly killed the humans, or were before. Before the bond transferred to me and I had to drive the bastards away before I would be eaten
They were some absolutely rancid-vibes oversized bastards. No matter their alleged alignment
Amonhep to Cedric: you have not made an errorr- but you did have an insight i wished to speak with you about. "Why are their emotions bleeding" I saw you write.
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Email chain: all
Sometimes it's needed so that worse stuff doesn't happen. We have Tech types and others monitoring this chat so most won't be able to view what Lady Rose sent.
- Torglite of Rot Bone
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Hura to Rocket: perhaps you could try and speak with @livinglavidacoola in person about some of their issues? Their reactions to what you are will be rather immediate for an untrained Psyker to a Trained Blank. Slightly random thought- there is a rather darling young Ultramarine- Olly i want you to meet. I think hes mildly Blank and untrained.
Alastor obliges, holding Vorca tenderly for as long as he wants. Stroking his back, letting him cry himself out.
He almost wishes for his tongue back. The poor younger brother. He’s had a rough time of it. Through no fault of his own. At first he had wanted to really hurt the woman, but Altani had smacked his arm and told him no.
He keeps mouthing words of comfort. It doesn’t matter where Vorca is from, he realizes. Deliverance or Terra. He’s a younger brother in need. It’s a heady feeling. Maybe, just maybe, Isstvan V wasn’t the last time he had anything to do with the Raven Guard.
If Vorca looks up at Alastor’s face at some point, he shifts a little so he can quickly sign. ‘The people here can help you. They are good people.’
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
***
Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
***
Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
***
Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
***
To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
***
To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
***
To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
To @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws from @LivingLaVidaCoola:
I'm trying to find a good therapist. It's hard to find one in a completely new city, okay? Get off my ass
***
To: Amonhep
From: Cedric
Have I made any missteps, sir?
***
Vorca looks over at his older brother, and blinks. It takes him a couple of moments before his hands begin to move, trembling with exhaustion, pain and sorrow "It's an honor to meet you, sir. I am battle brother Vorca. A hug would be welcome, sir. And... Thank you, sir."
Alastor makes a noise that might be a laugh. Before continuing to sign. ‘No need to be so formal, Vorca. Alastor will do.’ He hasn’t actually spoken a single word, it’s all been sign.
‘From what I was told, you were unfortunate enough to run into a woman who seems to have issues with Astartes. You were not the first so hurt, sadly.’
Alastor made a grumbling noise, realizing that hecouldn’t hug and talk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around Vorca, drawing him close. Soft cooing noises of comfort coming from his throat as he rubbed Vorca’s back.
Alastor was warm, and held him so carefully and tenderly. Seemingly reluctant to let go anytime soon.
He should be a little terrifying, what with all those scars, not just on his face. What had this giant even been through?
(Forgive me if it’s been mentioned, but what time is Vorca from?)
Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
***
Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
***
Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Reply to: squeaksandskittersfoursmallpaws from livinglavidacoola
Bitch, I've had more than one shit encounter with astartes while minding my own fucking business while they wreak havoc and misery on the lives of others and caused me to -
I won't go into it because you won't fucking listen. No one ever fucking does. Why are so many people so fucking blind?
Also how fucking dare you compare me to those lunatics.
I' VE TRIED SAYING NO BEFORE. THE FUCKERS WON'T LISTEN AND I HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY SO HE COULDN'T FIND ME YOU DUMB BITCH.
The only reliable way I've found to get them to leave me the fuck alone after claiming to be bonded to me - which I can fucking see the damn chains dragging us together - is to make them want to leave.
To @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersandfoursmallpaws
You seriously need therapy. There are sites and stuff that have 'astartes free' clinics.
***
Email response:
@nereidof40k
To:sunrise
From: Amonhep
As Cedric stated some brotherly support will do wonders with stabilizing the RG.
***
To: Cedric
From: Amonhep
Once this situation is over we need to discuss certain training maneuvers
***
To: Rocket
From: Zaarius
Please try to ensure Lord Alu doesn't try to fight Tercelle. Tercelle is over 1k, Terran born, and extremely territorial.
***
To: Rocket Et. ALL
From: Amonhep
I would need to have the Parasitic Bonder assessed- but they definitely- from their rants and emotional volatility have psyker powers that are uncontrolled and they seem to be in need of trauma management and emotional regulation.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor Rushal shows up. Between one moment and another, he is there, at the clinic, his expression serious. Unlike his usual grin.
He actually shows up at the front desk, letting them know he has arrived.
—///—
Upon meeting the younger Raven Guard, Alastor’expression softens. Sitting near him, but not touching just yet, he starts to sign. “I heard you could use some support, younger brother. I am Captain Alastor Rushal, and I am here for you. May I hug you, or does that not help? First off, nothing that woman did was your fault. She has…issues.”
Alastor is huge, scarred and silent. But every line of his body screams protectiveness and fury.
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Warnings: implied toxic relationship, implied emotionally abusive relationship, harsh language, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it
Summary: R/AITA: Hey everyone... Bonded human here with a question. AITA for calling my bonded my second best option?
Like... I know that the title is bad, but please hear me out before y'all flame me into oblivion! Obligatory apologies for any typos as I am writing this on my phone, and that this is a throwaway account as I don't want my main to be possibly witch-hunted for this.
So! Some background before I get to the part where I might be the asshole, although I'm pretty sure that I'm not...
ANyways, so I've been bonded to a Ravenguard for about three months? And he's usually pretty quiet but he's.
So.
needy!
He has to know where I am at all times, and if I am late from work because of traffic, or because I"m working late or because I wanted to go have drinks with my friends and didn't mention it to him beforehand, he'll call or text me and it's like.
dude! Give me my damn space! I was told that RG were independent marines, which is why I didn't immediately chase him of when he said that we were bonded. He's not the first marine I've been bonded to, but that's not important for this story.
So.
Anyways.
Sorry for the rambling, I'm going to talk about the argument.
The set up: I've been late home by between an hour to three hours every night for a week, hanging out with my friends and doing work stuff. I turn my phone off while I'm at work so that I don't have to deal with his dumb poems or needy voice mails as it's suuuper embarrassing if I have to talk to him while on my breaks as my work breakroom is kind of small and there's no real privacy, and stepping out of the building would mean that I have to be wait to be let back in again and I'm not going to do that in order to reassure the world's most needy bird-brained spaceman.
Also some of my coworkers think that Astartes are cringe and dangerous and while I can kind of see where they are coming from, every astartes I've known has been kind of pathetic with how much they simp for me.
Although they should worship me. I'm the best! I give them food and shelter and let them cuddle me when I want them too.
Argh! I got distracted again. Right.
So, as I said before, I'd been late to get home every day for a week and had my phone off - not just the screen black, but fully off - so that I could focus on what I needed to do, and for some much needed time with my friends and me-time.
I walk into the apartment and nearly run face first into my RG! He was less than an inch from the front door! And before I could really process much, he scooped me up and hugged me close and said that he loved me and was worried about where I had been, and that he'd been about to go looking for me.
Like I'm a lost pet that needs to be retrieved!
And that totally killed the great mood I'd been in. I was also kiiiind of drunk from having several glasses of wine with the girls. But not so drunk as to have not driven myself home from the wine bar, of course. I know when I've had too much to drink, and I hadn't had nearly enough to be unsafe-drunk.
And I was suddenly pissed! I yelled at him, saying that he was such a needy and clingy buzz-kill. That I hated that he was all over me when I didn't want him to be and that I wanted him to fuck off back to wherever it was that he came from.
And this mopey pale motherfucker had the audacity to burst into tears when I rightfully tore into him for being a clingy shithead! He accused me of all sorts of things, that I was cruel and uncaring of his feelings. That he felt as though I viewed him as a second best option of hanging out with him, and that I favored my friends over him.
I told him that he was right. While he's fun to be around sometimes - when he's not being a mopey edgar allen poe wannabe - he's new. And it's not as if bonds with astartes last a lifetime. I've been bonded to four different astartes. They never stay for very long, and I told him that he'd just be another astartes who left my life as suddenly as he came into it. But that my girls have been mine since we were in diapers.
He went really quiet after that.
and. Uh.
I haven't seen him in like... Two or three days?
Did I fuck up? Am I the asshole here? I'm sure he's just being a melodramatic raven man somewhere in the woods. Any pointers on what I should have done better? Not that I think that I've fucked up much. Maybe I was a bit harsh, but he needed to be put in his place! You all get it... Right?
Reply from TaleSpinner823: YAH
Yes you very much are the asshole here. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who has to deal with you beyond customer service depth. Especially your romantic partners.
First things first, gotta say with the driving after you've had a few, it's really fucking easy to think you safe to drive when you're not. Buried some ride-or-dies that way. Hell even if you're technically legal to drive you get into a wreck or god forfend hurt someone, you can get still royally fucked over professionally if word gets back to your boss. If you take nothing else to say I have to say seriously, understand that being pretty will not safe you from being dead or maimed.
What your describing from your (hopefully former for his sake) bonded's expectations in-terms of communication is the bare fucking minimum for relationship partner.
The poor Raven Guard is a whole ass person, not a toy
Yeah setting boundaries and expectations is important. Yeah yeah It cuts in both directions. From how you talk about him I doubt you permitted him to have any wants and needs in the relationship.
Bit of education in-case you simply didn't know instead of mearly not caring. Bonds with Astartes are very much lifelong things 99.99% of the time. Platonic, Romantic, Sexual, Siblingly, or Parental? Dosen't matter. The fact that not one but four peaced out after a few months? That is the biggest red flag I've seen in a long ass time. Maybe you don't believe in souls or spirituality but Bonds literaly imprint them on you. Breaking Bonds can make them dangerously sick. Not something to do lightly.
Bitch, I don't care if you're a man, woman, neither or something in between, Nobody has the right to "put someone in their place." That is abusive as shit.
This post is concerning. OP has some other posts that imply they're local to our area. If the fellow hasn't checked in already a health check may be needed. Also potentaly a warning for the unbonded astartes to avoid the poster.
Wow. You Are absolutely the Asshole in this situation. Read what the previous Poster said. Astartes can DiE from Bond Rejection. My Bonded Hura- is an Apothecary and the stories he tells... you need therapy and to find a way to grow and be a better person. You remind me of my brother's Ex-wife. Narcissistic, self centered and selfish. I hope you get the life you deserve. And not the one you want. My uncle died from a drunk driver. There is no safe driving after drinking.
We have a department dedicated to Monitering posts in regards to Bonds, Rejection and various kinds of Dangerpus and Flagged behavior. The OP has been put on a Watch List- however due to their seemingly parasitic Bonding type finding marines who are 1) bonded and 2) can/will monitor has been difficult. Consensus on if bringing in (willing and able) baseline help is being discussed. Will loop in relevant parties as needed. I can confirm that OP is local to this area and certain people have been deployed for search and Rescue of the RG and whoever else was broken bonded to the OP for health/wellness- Zaarius is still trying to stabilize the EC- the other two are not found. RG being searched for as we speak.
Hi everyone. Not sure why this has been forwarded to me, but Area Chief Librarian told me to be on standby for a possible permanent Warp-connection amputation as I have experience with performing the procedure. Am on standby.
Lord Aluino sends his inquiries about the EC, Zaarius isn't picking up his calls and his grumpy. Please get back to him before he bankrupts my liquor cabinet. Thank yew. Also, $100 to anyone who punts that twatwaffle on my behalf.
— With respect, Your Local Broad Spectrum Warp Antibiotic
Mesage from Rose to Karslor's vox immediately after email:
Lull's already enroute to stoneflame as of first email. Can re route to your location. Blood sugar run needed while Sunshine and Draga still at work, vox me.
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Text exchange between Rose and Cato
Aunt Mags got forwarded the email. It gave her a Bad Feeling. The thread gave a Worse Feeling.
This is the aunt bonded to the White Scars?
Yeah, one of which is a Storm Seer. She says with confirmation that poster has the potential to pull like-to-like. Someone or something with vibs equally rancid.
Like attracts like. The foul bastard that latches will be hell to deal with. Certain experimental types are curious to see if a Human like that will get twisted by their next Poor Bastard of a Bonded or not.
- Karlsor
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Text to Lullaby and Rose
Go to Stone Flame first EC more urgent case and hissy bastard Terran born is getting stabby and Dramatic.
- Karlsor
To: [All]
From: Hura
Such experimentation will be fascinating from afar.
- Hura
From: Zaarius
To: [all]
Sorry for the delay in response. EC victim of this nasty Parastitic Bonder has been... tumultuous. Grew more precarious when Tercelle somehow found out and I was chased by the half dead asshole with his sword. If Rocket or Lord Aluino want to visit- come at your own peril- Tercelle got him in his room.
Reply from LivingLaVidaCoola: Wow.. I am. Blown away by how quickly I got answers.Ther are so many of you to try and talk to at once, although I can’t believe how you all are so blind!
Astartes are dangerous, and if you let them, they will walk all over you and rearrange everything in your life to their liking, and isolate you from everyone you loved and cared for, so that you are focused on Them and dependent on them and only them.
I’m not just talking out of my ass here. I have experience with this. As a kid, my mom found herself bonded to an Astartes. Before the bond, she’d been loving and caring and supportive, both to me and my dad.
I was about ten or so when that oversized bastard entered my mom’s life. He pretended to be all adorable and warm but he seduced my mom away from my dad. I can still hear the sounds she made as he fucked her in front of my dad before he-
But no. I’m the asshole for not letting these fuckers do as they please to me and control my life. Fine. whatever.
I have some specific words for @Talespinner823, @Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws, @Lady, @HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs
@Talespinner823:
I know when I’ve had too much to drink, and I know that I hadn’t had that much. One hard cider and two shots of tequila in two hours is not a lot of alcohol. Unless you’re a lightweight, which I’m not.
He wanted way more from that, I just didn’t want to go into excruciating detail about all of it, especially as it might out my IRL identity.
He’s an astartes. Their needs and wants are onerous at best, and actively harmful to us real people generally. Although at least RG wasn’t a fucking Chaos bastard, they are. So much worse to deal with
Womp womp L+ratio, if they wanted to keep their precious souls or whatever intact, they shouldn’t be homewrecking shitstains a solid 50% of the time and demanding oversized murder machines 100% of the time
How dare you call me abusive! I’venever raised a hand to any of them - and trying to beat any of them would probable break whatever limbo or object I’ve used anyways.
@Squeaksandskitterssmallfourpaws:
And us normal humans can die to an astartes taking a notion, or our lives completely ruined by them taking whatever it is they want and leaving us with the wreckage of our lives. I’m not going to let any of them turn me into the slutty cock puppet that bastard turned my bitch of a mother into.
I burn through alcohol (and food) super fast because I’ve always had a really high metabolism. I only get a quick buzz off of alcohol and it goes away super quick. Don’t be a buzzkill
@Lady:
I don’t think that you get how bonds work. I don’t have much of a choice when a bond chains me to one of these oversized bastards. I have to let them in before breaking the chains that bind me to them. Before I am consumed in him.
I won’t let that happen. I won’t be eaen. I will not be changed by the consuming-
Ah. Sufficed to say, you don’t really get how bonds form, and how to get out of them.
@HomeIsWhereTheHeartIs:
Believe me I am well aware of the fact that their chains are eternal, if not broken quickly
Their emotions are often great, terrible, cataclysmic things, destroying everything around them with a careless gesture or deliberate, cruel planning. The fact that this Castle has stayed… I cannot say what he wants, but walk with care. Though I doubt you will listen to my warning.
Cats want nothing more than food and warmth. Dogs crave love and routine. Astartes are far more dangerous.
Good. The raven is among the bats now. I’ve changed locations so that the serpents fangs to not bury themselves in my neck
Reply to @livinglavidacoola from @squeaksandskittersfoyrsmallpaws
Just because one astartes did something fucked up doesn't mean they are all like that. Also *what is with the racist rhetoric*. 'Real people'... you sound like one of those Humans for Humanity Fringe Terrorists. Astartes are people to. You really need to get some therapy and think about your values. If everyone is saying YTA and are talking so much *listen* and reflect. You don't have to string people along- just say no. And move on.
Fucking hell please for the love of what ever god you worship or deny, if you haven't gone help for happened to your family, do so.
I will conceded the point on the alcohol. That's a reasonable time to let the alcohol leave your system to be safe to drive. Like I said I burried some of my ride-or-dies because they said they knew when they were safe to drive and they weren't. Makes me a bit reactive on the topic.
Two no shit astartes are dangerous. The biggest thing that makes them that way? It's the same capacity to be a monster that every single human has. Which was brutalized into me by"real people" as a child. Humanity is just as present in our warcrimes as our collective drive to make the world a better place. Can't be a monster without being human. Otherwise it's just an onnery critter or hostile weather.
Bonds aren't something that are chosen. It's a lightning strike occurance. A spin of fortuna's wheel. The universe having a questionable sense of humor. Like one one hand, nobody would chose to be bonded to fuckers like your mom's, or my brother's, or you. On the other, my sister-in-law's bonded is the only reason she's alive, sane, and back with the family after what that whore-son did to my brother and his family. He didn't even realize there was a bond. Just followed his correctly aligned moral compas.
Emotional abuse is just as much abuse as physical and sexual abuse. And hun you just used the no less than six of the favorite phrases and stratgies the fucker used while breaking me down so little eight year old me wouldn't tell her parents when he repeatedly raped her for five years. The flying fuck it's not emotional abuse.
Would there be anything I could do to help? My own Raven Guard is beyond furious right now. He is positively vibrating with need to be useful. So I set him to chop up ingredients for cooking. But he is damn sneaky, and willing to do some fact finding if needed.
The Night Lord is equally disgusted. Although less stabby.
Thankfully the Black Templar is busy putting his own Chapter in order for the moment. I sincerely doubt this…woman would be improved by having one arm ripped off.
Oh, yes. What would a permanent fix for the Raven Guard be like? Both my Night Lord and our daughter say it’s important to fix it.
(Sunniva chimes in. So for the uninitiated, the other people she mentions are Alastor Rushal, Jago Sevatarion, Sigismund and Altani Shedu)
Hey there :)) I see that your requests are somewhat open, and I've come to really enjoy your fanfics and writing; you do such great work!! If I could request, where the reader is in love with the Primarchs but the love is unrequited, they end up getting the hanahaki disease but they are eventually saved since the Primarch reciprocates their love :D
I've never written (nor really read much of) hanahaki disease, so hopefully I did well.
Reader x unnamed primarch because I couldn't pick one.
I use the word parasite several times because thats what hanahaki is to me just a warning
It hurts.
You curl into yourself, a disgustingly floral taste on your tongue as you gag on yet another bloom. They'd gotten bigger- much bigger, coming out of you covered in blood and bile, thorns tearing your throat to shreds. It was a miracle you could still speak, much less work. But you had to stand. Had to force yourself up and to keep going. You had to see him one more time.
Your whole body aches in a way it never used to before the sickness took hold. You feel stiff, and like your body was no longer truly your own. And perhaps it wasn't. You were too far gone, and there was no cure coming. You had days, at best.
Hobbling down the corridor, no one stops you on your journey to the primarch.
You know what others are likely to say, if they ever found out the truth. You know that you would get lectured for the feelings you harbored for a man that was never yours to covet, then promptly dismissed to die on your own without the chance to even glimpse at him again. Or worse, turned into a servitor.
A cough rattles through you, more vile petals escaping your lungs and littering the floor at your feet. You catch a few in your hand, and glare down at them. They were so deceptively soft, delicate despite their vicious nature. You hated them. And you hated yourself for allowing them to become so prevalent within you.
It was pathetic. You were pathetic. If you refused to be in his presence, had yourself reassigned, or simply closed your heart, you would be healing- at least somewhat. But in your stubbornness, in your inability to let go, you were essentially killing yourself. It was your fault this had happened to you, no one else's.
When you choked up the first few petals, you thought you'd been infected with some kind of xenos bacteria that one of the astartes or other serfs carried onto the ship unknowingly. But you'd been too afraid to tell anyone, fearing that you'd end up dead or worse. Which was stupid, in hindsight. If anything, the parasite was going to kill you.
And that's exactly what it is. A parasite. Except, it's not xenos in origin, but a very painfully human thing.
Apparently there is no name for it anymore, according to the doctor you were eventually forced to see when another serf caught you pulling a bloody half-bloomed flower out of your throat and dragged you there herself. It's an old parasitic disease, one that lives in the heart and feeds on emotion. There have been billions of reported cases, and all for a plethora of reasons, from the consistent ache of loving someone who doesn't love you in return with no respite from the pain of yearning, all the way to deep-seated anger that goes untreated and unfulfilled.
When asked where you sat on that wide scale, you'd thought for a moment, and said:
"I'm just so tired of all the endless war and fighting, and I desperately miss home."
The doctor had nodded, accepting your answer, and told you to find something to ease the mental and emotional strain you were feeling in order to starve the roots. Otherwise, the parasite would eventually completely take over and kill you in an extremely slow and painful way, growing a garden in your body that would choke air from your lungs and squeeze your heart until it stopped beating. Then you were told that once you were recovered, to not allow yourself to get worked up so much that your emotions overflow again, or you risk it returning.
You'd smiled, said you understood, and went to rest in your bed for the remainder of the workday and sleep cycle, coming to terms with the fact that you are, without a doubt, going to die.
Because you were a liar. It had nothing to do with missing home. Nothing to do with how deeply over being at war you were. The cause of your heartache was a man.
How horribly, predictably common.
But could you really be blamed? It was a man so unattainable you would be more surprised to hear that you're the only person to fall this hard for him and die to the parasite because of it.
Your beloved primarch. A man you served with such devotion, yet you were certain he barely registered that you existed. And why would he? You were a baseline. A serf. It was your duty to assist him with whatever tasks he tossed at you and your fellow servants. Yet you dared to yearn for him in ways that were unsuitable for your station so strongly that you'd made yourself ill to the point of absolute death.
The only way for you to recover, was to either fall in love with someone else before the parasite devoured you, or receive his love in return. Two things you severely doubted would happen. You were on your own, your already short life getting shorter by the hour.
You crush the petals in your hand and let them fall, before taking a wet, shaky breath, and continuing on your way. It was fine. You just had to put one foot in front of the other. Just had to find your way to his side where you longed to be.
Perhaps you'll cut your day short. All you really wanted was to be in the presence of your beloved for a moment, and you would be content. He wouldn't even notice, wouldn't miss you. He had plenty of others serving him- one of them would simply cover for you and he would never even realize it. You would simply disappear, barely a blip on his social radar.
You collapse against the wall, more harsh coughs racking your body painfully. There are so many blooms. So much blood. What a mess you were making…you'd have to…apologize to whoever ends up stuck with cleaning up after you…in the morning…
The world goes black.
-
Your eyelids are too heavy to lift as you start to wake, but your breaths feel a bit lighter- ever so slightly less painful than before.
The bed you rest on is bigger than you're used to, softer and warmer, and the air smells clean and somewhat sweet- like incense. It's pleasant, you think. You don't feel well, but you do feel better, and you'll just have to take that win and move on.
You try to remember what exactly happened, and come up empty. You'd been making your way to your primarch, to aid him in whatever way your weak body could. But you clearly hadn't made it- your wretched disease had made sure of that. It had stolen your air, and sent you into unconsciousness in the middle of the hall.
Some part of you, though, whispers that there had been a voice you loved. A panic calling of your name by lips you hadn't even realized remembered it. Then hands larger than they had any right to be catching you just before you hit the ground. But that had to be a hallucination. A dream. Because if it wasn't, that meant the person who'd found you like that was your primarch.
Your eyelashes finally manage to flutter, and there's a sharp intake of breath at your side.
"Are you returning to us?"
No. No no no.
He says your name, soft and worried, his hand coming to rest on your forearm.
"It's alright, take your time."
You hadn't been dreaming. He had found you. Had seen you in your misery, covered in blood and flowers. And he'd saved you. Or, at the very least, carried you to the nearest medic.
Light breaks through the darkness, your eyes slowly forcing themselves open. The hand on your arm never leaves, his warmth spreading over your skin as he traces a line along it with his thumb. Soothing, encouraging.
You look to the side. The image of him is blurry, but there is no mistaking him.
"There you are."
You try to offer him a simple 'my lord', but your throat is beyond wrecked, so your words turn more into a pained croak.
"Shh, none of that. Don't strain yourself."
The hand on your arm moves to brush ever so gently over your face, pushing hair back behind your ears.
"You scared the life out of me."
I'm sorry, my lord.
"I thought I was going to lose you."
As your vision begins to clear little by little, you can see how his face is twisted. As if the idea of losing you caused him actual, physical harm.
"They had to operate on you," His voice shakes a bit. He takes a breath, calming himself. "They couldn't remove it all, not without risking you dying, but the growth has at least been slowed."
So then, you weren't saved, but you'd been gifted more time.
"I knew you weren't well, but I didn't realize it was so serious. The doctor was enraged- I've never been lectured like that before. And I suspect you're in line for one as well."
Not surprising. Not only had you lied about the cause, but you'd let it get worse and worse without telling anyone until it was almost too late for you. Stars, it probably still was too late for you.
He takes your hand, cradling it gently in his much larger one.
"But I am beyond relieved to see you awake. Perhaps now we can get to the root of what's caused all this."
You think that was supposed to be a joke. You'd laugh, if it didn't hurt to do literally anything right now.
But then, realization sinks in. He was going to be asking questions. Expecting answers. And there would be no lying to him, he would catch it the moment you tried and force the truth out of you. You would have to admit your feelings to him, tell him that you were dying because you loved him and couldn't bring yourself to stop even though you knew he would never feel the same. You just hope he's kind about it.
He seems to have nothing left to say- or at least, nothing for the moment. He just holds onto you, gaze distant as he looks down at your joined hands. He looks more tired than normal, worn down by worry over you. It makes you feel guilty. He should be focusing on his duties, should be leading his sons to glorious victory. But instead, he is sat at your bedside, watching over you while you recovered for reasons you simply did not understand.
What did he gain out of this? What was the point in fretting over someone as unimportant as you?
It hurt. You didn't want him here. This strange affection he was giving you was making everything harder and you swear you can feel the parasite growing again, threatening to choke the life out of you once again.
Your coughing has him pulling you onto your side somewhat, allowing for those wretched, horrible flowers to fall out of you. The man at your side does his best to soothe you, rubbing your back and murmuring words you can't hear over the ringing in your ears.
Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You just wanted this to end. Wanted the pain to go away, and for you to finally be at peace. You were tired of the pain and misery and ache caused by your own foolishness.
The fit eases, finally, and your beloved pushes you to rest again on your back. He wipes blood from your lips with shaking fingers, an expression on his face you'd never seen before.
Fear. Real, true fear.
What was he so afraid of? Did he think he would catch what it was you had? Was he rethinking his closeness to you in this moment?
"It must hurt," He murmurs. "I- forgive me. I don't know what to do."
He sounds so…lost. His voice small.
You reach for him with a trembling hand, and he catches it when you lose the strength and it starts to fall back to your side. He holds it so carefully, pressing your cold knuckles to his lips.
"You need to rest," He says. "I'll be here when you wake again, I swear. Just promise me you will wake."
You make a noise, a promise in it's own way. You could never deny him, not even while confused as to why it was so important to him. Why you were so important to him.
"Good…good…"
He watches as you sleep, finally at some kind of peace. He'd been terrified to see you like that, so weak you couldn't even stand, vomiting blood and fully bloomed flowers.
How had he missed all of it? Yes, he'd recognized that you were sick, but he hadn't actually looked into it. You were smart, he'd trusted you to handle it on your own. Plus, you never mentioned it yourself, so he'd just…assumed you knew what you were doing. That you were medicated, getting better- even when he could tell you were getting worse.
He thought you would say something when it got too much. Let him help you.
But no- you'd kept your lips sealed. Been choking on these plants for who knows how long behind his back. And for what? To spare him concern? To keep yourself from being a burden? He didn't understand.
Had he not shown you special attention? Called upon you when he hadn't even needed the aid just to have you with him for a while longer? Had he somehow failed to show you just how much he cared for you?
Where had he failed? When had he lost the chance to correct his errors? And how does he fix it before you were lost to this sickness?
The doctor had explained the infection to him, told him what you'd said, and he'd immediately known it was a lie. He'd heard you speak of your home, never once was it with any kind of nostalgia or want to return. The only time you lamented the constant fighting was when he or his sons came back hurt, which made you worry.
Of course, he can't blame the doctor for not knowing better, for simply trusting your words as absolute truth. But even still, he wishes someone, anyone, had thought to investigate further.
He wonders, then, what it is that has this thing invading you. Was it love? Hatred? Sadness? All of the above? How could he make it better- make you better? What did you need?
Whatever it was, he would give it to you. He would tear both his hearts from his chest if you asked him to, and he'd do it without a single complaint. But you didn't know that. Somehow, that message had been missed, and now you were suffering in his bed because you hadn't been able to trust him with the truth.
Perhaps the fault lies with him. Perhaps where he thought he was communicating, you weren't hearing it. His words and actions had gone over your head, and he hadn't even realized it.
Fools, both of you.
He presses another kiss to your hand, hating how cold you were. He much preferred it when you were filled with warmth. Preferred when you smiled at him, filled with so much life and beauty that he stopped the ability to function properly.
His eyes catch the petals sitting heavy on the ground and scowls. If only they had been able to remove it all…if only it was that simple to save you. But no, a full removal with how much it had progressed would have absolutely killed you. And if, through some miracle, it hadn't died to the surgery, your emotions would be completely carved out. You'd basically be little more than a slightly more sentient servitor. He couldn't do that to you- couldn't let the doctors do that to you.
So he'd just had them buy you more time, even though they warned him that it was likely the parasite grew back quickly if you were left unattended- if your emotions weren't given the release they needed so they were no longer feeding the damned thing.
But now that he knew of it, he would be here. Even if it turns out it formed because of a love for someone other than him. This wasn't a parasite he could grow, so he would survive if you had another in your heart. In fact, he'd be happy, because it meant you could live longer- remain at his side longer. And if the other person denied you, he would find another way to ease the pain it would cause so that the flowers didn't completely take you.
Perhaps offer his own heart, though the idea of you turning him away is what had him hesitating for months since realizing his own feelings towards you. And if you accepted him, he would do everything in his power to keep you happy and content. He'd give you planets, fleets, a legion of sons who would bend the knee at your approach and love you as they should.
And if all of this was due to a different emotion? Well- he'd figure it out.
"Just stay alive," He murmurs to your sleeping form. "I love you. You cannot leave me before I get the chance to say it to you properly."
You take a breath, long and easy- easier than any you'd taken in weeks. He deicides it's a good sign. That whatever part of you heard him in your sleep truly was given some kind of relief at his words. He presses a third kiss to your hand.
"Rest well, and be at peace knowing that you're no longer alone. I am here, and I will not leave you to suffer any longer."
